Incredible Tale

Halloween night A few years ago As dusk fell It was blowing with snow Billy Burke a young boy aged eight Stayed after school until it was late Helping teacher clear the party debris When they left school they could hardly see Teacher wanted to give Billy a ride But brave little Billy politely declined I'm taking the short cut thru the woods And as he set out he drew up his hood The wind howled and the air cold As Billy struggled up another knoll The trees were bare glistening with frost Then Billy realized he was hopelessly lost He should have seen his home by now But all he saw was a broken down plow Left in a clearing by a farmer years ago Rusty and useless now covered with snow Billy trudged on with beginnings of fright But as he topped a rise a welcoming sight The old Colby mansion but what was that din Music and laughter he heard from within The mansion had been abandoned for years But not empty now he could tell by his ears Billy drew closer light spilled on the snow Thru the open door he stepped out of the cold A Halloween costume party he saw at a glance And by a blazing fireplace took up a stance Carved out pumpkins had candles inside These lit the room and the hallway besides Billy saw monsters and a witch on a broom His eyes opened wide as she flew about the room How did she do that he wanted to know But the guests only laughed in the fire's glow They played games and ate party food Then Billy hid a yawn he didn't want to be rude He was bundled in his coat and sent on his way But Billy protested he wanted to stay However in a flash he was on the outside The witch guest acting as guide She led him back through the trees Took him up on her broom when he said please Billy looked down on the houses below As they flew around town high above the snow The storm had passed and they saw the moon He was set down by his home and she flew off in the gloom Billy went back to the mansion the next day at dawn Imagine his surprise everything was gone Dust thickly covered the furniture in the room But in a cobwebbed corner he found the witch's broom He remembered the witch goblins and ghosts And the Count Dracula who acted as host The dust in the mansion lay undisturbed on the wood Except by the fireplace where Billy had stood No one believed the story he told Of Halloween night being lost in the cold He stuck by his story they didn't know why But you and I both know Billy wouldn't lie