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written by: Sheri M. Stewart
Summer time has past
there's a nip within the air
All Hallows' Eve is upon us
a carved pumpkin on the stair.
Leaves in riotous colors
large and luminous glows the moon
tricks and treats are ready
for visiting spirits coming soon.
Apple cider and cinnamon sticks
smoke and mist to set the tone
ghosts arise from the graveyard
to take a spin about and moan.
Children in diverse costumes
emerge upon the scene
mingling with the spirits
just like every Halloween.
But there upon a hilltop
a shadow hollow and black
evil laughter beneath moonlight
issues from lips dead and slack.
My shivers rise knowing those dead eyes
I must endure until appoint hour saves
then children are all homeward bound
and restless spirits return to their graves.