One Halloween
One Halloween, darkness was descending.
I saw a graveyard, and then walking fast,
I felt the gloom of something bad impending.
The tombstones’ silhouettes that I walked past
were creepy! I decided then to run.
But in the dark, I failed to see a hole,
and when I fell, my great dread had begun.
Terror like I’d never known filled my soul,
for I had landed in an open grave.
I scrambled to get out, but felt the touch
of something living! Being not so brave,
I hollered like a baby – scared so much
I ran like the devil was chasing me.
From who or what – I wonder – did I flee?
Oct. 29, 2022
For Emile Pinet's "Halloween" Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2022
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