Your Jack-o-lanterns, all just born of the pumpkin patch,
the essence of Halloween, the thoughts of you do hatch.
Full moon's orb brightly shines, upon a gnarled black tree,
dark puffs of clouds all race, cascades of shadows, flee.
A lonesome howl back in the woods, brings on a nagging chill,
as ghostly figures, those windswept wisps, fly about at will.,
Fears that plague the bravest of souls, now settle in to stay,
as a darkening curtain drapes over all, shutting out the day.
The aging house that sits on the hill, a harbor for spirits of old,
the strongest son to now trespass, speaks well about the bold.
The graveyard markers leave shadows, crisscross shining lawns,
this, a place for all to stay away, to avoid the howls and moans.
Halloween, we all celebrate you in jest, and in you we do surely trust,
You represent thrills and children's joy, for trick-or-treat, they must.
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