Witchcraft magic tantalizes Halloween night.
Teenage vampires are suddenly filled with fright.
Dracula hides in a corner with nary bit of light.
Cooking cauldron laughs when recipe is just right.
Zombies start a rumble, now a full-blown fight.
The moon glows with a weird surreal mystical light.
Would tell you about the mummies, but rumors aren’t polite.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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