What awaits on Halloween only the creation Desdemona knows.
The black cat more gruesome than the witching hour of the town.
Around every corner lay Jack-O-Lanterns made of potatoes.
Under a bridge in the dark hiding with a fiendish grin is a clown.
Amid the graveyard spirits screech at mortals in a chilling fervor.
While the gloomy grounds keeper leaves them out to be listed.
Every single room no matter the time or place awaits a terror.
The oozing beast that lay within is nothing less than pure wicked.
Through the streets innocent mortals and their offspring weave.
Watching for those with a valid and tasty persona,
So be wary on the night of All Hallows Eve.
The horrors known only by the creations of Desdemona.
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Poetry
PoesiaJust some poems I've written. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Highest ranking #62 in meaningful
