An early Halloween poem. I always like to start celebrating this spooky night early.
Ode To Halloween Night
The full moon rises,
Silver beams reveal her surprises.
Witches, warlocks and ghosts,
All of evil on Halloween night, its hosts.
Evil spells brewing, silver bullets dodging,
In the eerie woods, the familiars and werewolves lodging.
The lunar light hung in the night,
Her ghostly reverie is quite a sight.
Spirits come and go at will,
Seeking a fleshy host to embody is their thrill.
The secrets of the night,
Will give you quite the fright.
Ghouls and goblins may hide behind any tree,
Especially on Halloween night, when they are free.
Shadows lurk and linger on the leafy ground,
Each crunch beneath your feet is a startling sound.
What once was a safe canopy of green trees,
Now filled with ungodly creatures and unearthly pleas.
Each trail now a laden path of evil madness,
The forest now a malicious, black canvas.
All goes awry on Halloween night,
It's when the witches take their flight.
Demons slither from out of the darkness,
Each inky figure is spiteful and heartless.
Hunters take their leave with guns in their hands,
Silver bullets in their barrels, hunting werewolves with their clans.
Under the light of the full moon is a spectacle,
Filled with fear of the fleshless skeletal.
Fear reigns supreme on Halloween night,
It's a time we celebrate with delight.