A climate change from warm to cold.
Everything green turning to gold.
I simply love this time of year,
Our yard decorated with Halloween fear.
Ugly goblins, evil trolls, even pumpkins bright and bold!
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A climate change from warm to cold.
Everything green turning to gold.
I simply love this time of year,
Our yard decorated with Halloween fear.
Ugly goblins, evil trolls, even pumpkins bright and bold!
When the children gathered ‘round the fire,
Stories were told that were quite dire.
About the house that stood on the hill,
Shrouded in fog and October chill.
A full moon completed the scene,
Scaring kids, tempting teens.
This night, above all, they drew near,
To prove that they held no fear.
The boldest among them charged ahead,
Ignoring any thoughts of dread.
Across the porch and through the door,
What they saw chilled them to their core.
A ghostly scene of past crimes,
They’d heard the stories a million times.
A simple step into that room,
And they felt impending doom.
They turned and ran from that place,
Fearful terror on every face.
Once more, that house up on the hill,
Caused many a Halloween chill.
When the dead rise to walk the land,
Some will think it a sign, so grand.
But I am here to say to you,
Think a moment before you say it’s true.
What if the dead had never died?
What if they laughed at the tears you cried?
What if they were always one big fake,
Causing drama for attention’s sake?
Four faces but just one mask,
One evil man, one evil task.
Someday soon the mask will fall,
And he’ll be known by one and all.