Road hidden by trees,
the leaves of crimson lead on;
a small town revealed.
A pleasant aura,
breathing life to autumn air;
peace is welcome here.
Leaves coating the ground,
the streetlamps illuminate;
warmth is all around.
Weathered wood and brick,
cozy homes stand in a line;
crowded, yet alone.
Sea of dead flora,
carmine, maroon, amber hue;
it blankets the ground.
The cinnamon smell,
nostalgic memories bare;
floating in the breeze.
Down the road a piece,
towering castle of ink;
eerie, creepy sight.
Peace is not alone,
terror, hate, and more exist;
a town of all things.
Further down, you see
heavy mist, witches laughing;
the dark side of town.
Past the haunted house,
dark, tall trees hide a long path;
what lurks in the woods?
A bonfire roars,
orange, blue, green, white sparks fly;
night becomes lovely.
No one is around,
yet the heat is embracing;
strange but comforting.
Take a breath and stay,
in a town of joy, horror;
Halliwell Village.
About the Creator
Luna
I create stories and poems, and am known for deleting them if I (eventually) find them cringey, rushed, or meh (this includes any listed in challenges). Rarely, I post anything outside of that.
I goof my tags sometimes.
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