Halloween Ready
The harbingers of spring are long forgotten
now rise the specters of summer's end
and the fodder of the misbegotten
call forth spirits of the psyche to ascend.
Come skeletal images and visionary scarecrows
creep along the evening shadows
hiding in the pale moonlight glow
bringing the macabre wherever it goes.
The crimson orange, the blood red rose,
the blackened corpse, screeching tones
rattle on with each step taken and posed
bring on the costume halloweenie crossbones.
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