Monsters Ball Poem by Nicola Kelly

Monsters Ball

Each Halloween the doors of evil open to,
Ghosts, monsters, witches, ghouls intent to fright,
Creeping around like the werewolf,
With fangs so sharp and bright.

Starts with knocking at the door,
Then I hear footsteps to my right,
Then tap tap at the window,
Adrenaline pumping fight or flight.

I peer through the key hole staring,
At a witch in the porch light,
Broomstick in hand and cackling aloud,
I decide to hide try as I might.
I see a spirit dancing in the shadows,
In search of a new host this night,
My mind is racing and cannot,
Quite take in the demon in sight.

The things that go bump in the night,
On Halloween you get to meet,
To terrify and invade your worst nightmares,
There is no trick, there is no treat.