Halloween Night
HALLOWEEN NIGHT
October the thirty first,
the night is stark dark.
A cloaked figure sways in wind gust
with the hooded face under mask.
A black cat crosses the road
doesn’t see the man’s canine spout.
His eyes are like hers, stone cold,
gorged in the face of Dracula, the Count.
He knocks on a white door near
that turned a hole to hell in his shadow.
A floating figure soon appears there,
holds his stretched hands, says ‘Hallo’.
The surprised Count meets his vampire,
they dance in full spirit like gripped sprite
till their costumes are ripped and flung far
at the end of the Halloween night.
October 31, 2018
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