On Halloween we shed our normal selves
We dress as ghosts or pirates, kings or queens
Then frolic with the demons and the elves
And fill our bags with colored jelly beans
But Halloween is more than fun and games
This is the night the dead return to life
The witches’ brew is bubbling on the flames
And Dracula is searching for a wife
The children ring the bell in search of treats
They’re clueless as to what awaits their fate
I fear that werewolves prowl the city streets
Perhaps a ghoul digests the flesh he ate
I think I’d just as soon stay home tonight
This poem puts me in a state of fright
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