Hauntingly Beautiful Halloween Poem

Midnight prowls, a cloak on the hollow wind,

Lanterns flicker like echoes lost in time.

Cobwebs weave tales where the darkness thinned,

And frost-touched ivy climbs the moon’s white rhyme.

Silent streets hum with an ancient spell,

Doors creak open to the unseen’s tread.

The trees lean closer, as if to tell

Of long-forgotten paths the stars once led.

Then—

The chill thickens, and shadows draw their breath,

Veiling the world in a velvet mist.

The air shivers, touched by whispers of death,

Yet hope glimmers, by the moon’s edge kissed.

Goblins tread lightly through brittle leaves’ sound,

And ghosts find solace where silence is found.