The witch with a switch
rose up on her broomstick
a silhouette of dread
in the pale moonlight.
A werewolf’s howl close by
and spooks fill the sky.
then the Count
Dracula himself arose
with a blood-red leer
so frightening, so alarming
with hearts pounding
the night of Halloween
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The witch’s cackle
sounded dark and eerie
over a moonlit cemetery.
It’s Halloween the night of fright
and weird delight!
The skeletons dance
and we all fall into a trance.
Oh! The romance of the unknown
and the werewolf with a snarl
like a fool, began to drool
and in great glee
did cry out
Happy Halloween
to one and all
and a night of frightful delight!
About the Creator
Rasma Raisters
My passions are writing and creating poetry. I write for several sites online and have four themed blogs on Wordpress. Please follow me on Twitter.
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