Halloween Night

By Michelle


The corpse that walks,

its solemn line.

The vampire stalks,

finds blood to dine.

The werewolf howls

at the silver moon.

His human form

what’s showing at noon.

The mummy’s cries

of pain and loss.

His wraps that musty smell and moss.

The witch that flies,

upon her broom

casting curses

and spelling doom.

The black cat scurries,

hisses and claws

through the graveyard walks his paws


Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/halloween-night


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