Halloween

 

The cool chill of fear,

Masks a fresh wild fright.

Voices are jumbled,

Like bats in the night.

 

A still silent moment,

With screams of a child,

Thoughts so unearthly,

The beasts are so wild.

 

The pavements are scattered,

With chicks out of shell.

A flowery message,

‘The gateway to hell!’

 

Skeletons and monsters,

A scary white ghost,

Knock on the door,

Of the welcoming host.

 

Treats and some tricks,

A rich red fruit punch,

Blood curdling screams,

Ghost tales from the bunch.

 

With witches and goblins,

A night full of fun,

Scary videos are watched,

Until the rise of the sun.

 

By Becky Clemett - 31^st October 2001