The moon looms above in a shroud of cloud.
Amber lights flicker in the gloom.
Faces emerge from the darkness.
A wolf howls and a witch rides her broom.
Bats screech above the wandering souls.
Candle flames dance with the dead.
The starry sky whispers above.
As the living sleep on in bed.
Ghouls prowl and spread mischief.
Fiendish phantoms play among the graves.
Autumn leaves surround the pumpkins.
As skulls stare with eyes like caves.
Be wary traveler if you walk this night.
You may meet a spirit or two.
So leave a treat at your door.
And they shall be kind to you.
I really like the felling it give off like I am standing in the image! !
Yes-Ghouls can spread mischief, but only when tempted by an innocent bystander. Loved it-great poem. I hadda giv'ver a tenner. God bless all poets and readers alike-MJG.
Creepy and fun just like it should be - good job! A '10! ' Keep writing and sharing with us. Best Wishes, Marilyn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked your description and imagery in this poem. It made the atmosphere in the poem very palpable. Good write.