All Hallow's Eve (A poem by yours truly)

When the Harvest Moon rises,
And black cats are about,
When witches are winking
And the Pumpkin King’s out

When the broomsticks are dancing,
And the skeletons sing,
When the werewolves are howling
And the owls take wing

When Dracula waits
In his fortress of stone;
When Frankenstein’s monster
Wanders and roams;

When the undead go walking,
And the warlock’s spell’s cast,
When the cauldron boils over
And the Wicked Queen laughs

When the ape speaks your name,
And the crow hovers near,
When your walls start to see
And the hilltops can hear

When the scarecrows are waving,
And the fire’s too hot,
When there’s a hand on the doorknob
And an eye in the pot

When the sun rises golden
And it touches the leaves,
Better run, better hide;
This is All Hallow’s Eve.

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