Spirits At Their Doorsteps
Chilly October has quickly brought in
another spirited, indelible Holloween;
allowing our witty and insane minds
to plan the craziest, wildest things.
Witches, wizards, goblins and ghosts
all join in to give a bone-chilling night;
I put on a custom so dazzlingly white,
to scare anyone who laughs and boasts.
This ghost is never spoken of in any tale,
unknown by name, leaving no easy trail;
the only thing he does well is making sneers,
and send everyone scrambling with screams.
How frightened and pale these kids must really be,
when they cuddle up in their beds and can't sleep,
thinking of those spirits at their doorsteps;
lots of fun and delight at their expense...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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