As Halloween Draws Near Poem by Philo Yan

The clock strikes midnight on the witching hour
Ghouls and ghosts and zombies gather
Crawling out from their deep dark tombs
Witches fly in the gloomy weather
Stirring spells with their wands and brooms
A motley group of scary creatures
They howl and haunt and cackle doom
They hobble, hike in the silent light
Gnarly hands, a tattered sight
They bend stiffly in ugly poses
Straggly hair and dirty black hoses
Hollowed eyes with warty noses
A toothless grin and sharp claw closes
Halloween horrors in steady doses.......