Alone the ruddy leaves in Twilight’s grasp
Sail high against the purple sky’s dark coat
And paint the rising moon upon the clouds,
A jaundiced eye that foully stares and gloats.
A creeping ground-fog haunts the dying light
And furtive things peer from within its midst;
Disturbing faces drifting in the brume
With leprous, evil smiles that leer and twist.
All Hallow’s Eve has come with Twilight’s death
And witch-light blooms in every pumpkin maw;
Vile glimmers in the inky, spreading night
Where feral demons grope with tooth and claw.
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by Ashley Dioses