Halloween Poem…

Halloween Poem...

All Hallow’s Eve

As Scorpio claws the moonlit sky,
the bats and owls in flight soar by.

 The fog is thick; the night air, chill,
and shadows shift upon the hill.

The Jacks smile wide as willows weep,
as if dark secrets they do keep.

The spirits rise, the dead–they roam,
while witches recite their evil tomes.

This Halloween; this mystic night,
makes mortals wary of ghostly sights.

For the veil is lifted to worlds unseen,
on this hallowed night of Halloween!

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