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Hallow's Eve

written by: Anne G



Upon the eve of Halloween

the clock strikes three

the banshee shrieks

The hounds of hell with hackles raised

bare their fangs

a deadly sight

The Reaper Grim in hooded robe

 crooked scythe

a ghastly fright

Wicked witches fly on brooms

casting spells

upon the night

Ghosts and Goblins

Wolves and Bats

roam the landscape near and far


haunting as they go

all upon a Hallow's Eve

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Anne G

Anne G

JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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