POETRY: Halloween Night

By John Roisland

Halloween Night

The sun lays dying into the night on a quiet little town
Halloween night is now upon us
the moon comes up from behind the skeleton shaped trees
a cackling woman flies to the night as you hear a distant howling at the moon
spirits of the dead rise from the grave from nearby cemeteries to occupy the hearts of the young
proper attire is worn as an offering to the dead
the anticipation of the town folk is building as their homes are decorated and prepared for the invasion they are about to live witness to.
the slight chill in the air the crisp cold night is upon us
you can now hear the wind begin to scream as is whips around the bare trees that stand tall and dark as they watch over you
the sounds of rustling dead leaves as small demons trample through them going house-to-house begging and screaming
distant laughter as the elders gather around open bon fires sipping on holiday spirits and witches brew in resemblance of covens from years ago
a jack o' lantern's sinister grin
Halloween night is now upon us
the smell of smoke and burning autumn leaves fills the air
little hearts race as they run the streets so full of excitement and angst
young demons watch as their take gets larger and larger with every stop
the night grows late and the air gets cold
a deafening silence begins to fall over the town
the feet of little demons exhausted from their rampage of terrorizing homes in the sleepy little town
the moon stands still in the far distance as the spirits return to their graves
sleep now young demons and dream the dark dreams of monsters, vampires, and witches
awaken again next year to dance yet again in celebration with the spirits of the dead
for this is Halloween night
Keep it Evil...

Posted by John Roisland

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