The Ghosts of Halloween
Halloween frights creep ever nearer,
their mask-less faces are peeping,
squinting in the daylight.
The children are restless
they tug at invisible hands
pulling us away from what we fear.
Hours are bewitching the sun.
Monsters roam Party Shops
haunted by our bad dreams.
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