Halloween Enchantment
Crackling leaves of crimson, amber and gold
Wind that bites your skin, oh, so bitter cold
Sky so dark, happiness is sucked out of the world
Through all the branches, quickly, the breeze whirled
But there are the pumpkins with their bright glow
They warm my heart ever so
Children laughing, swinging their tubs
Even though their costumes rub
The moon looms over, lighting the scene
I stroll to a tree and there I lean
This plant is so smooth, it’s softer than sand
I smile as I watch this beautiful land
The Three Witches
Three witches are we
Three witches are we
When we meddle, we laugh with glee
All helping happily
Three witches are we
Three witches are we
The sting of a bee, now that’s the key
And a leaf from the tallest tree
Three witches are we
Three witches are we
It’s them too so don’t blame me
Now would you like a witch cup of tea?
POOF!
Bloodthirsty Bats
Rough wings like leather
In good or bad weather
They will fly up
The blood they take could fill a cup
Flap, flap, through the night
They soar higher than a kite
On the trees, they pirch below
Sitting neatly, in a row
Then they’ll hang upside down
Makes them look like a clown
But never be fooled
Or your blood will be ruled
Over for evermore
Your scream will sound like a roar
Pumpkin Smash
On Halloween, their features shine
They’re set out, in a line
From time to time
There’ll be a pumpkin crime
They will be smashed to bits
They don’t have first aid kits
But with good luck
And a disposal truck
They’ll be just fine
Set out in their line
Vampire’s Thoughts
Eating
Sleeping
Walking
Talking
They have something on their mind
Writing
Tighting
Running
Being cunning
Blood’s all they ever think about
The Bloodthirsty Dogs
The way they move around
Quickly, at a bound
There’s no denying they are vampires
The way their fangs drip
Saliva round their lip
There’s nothing else they could be
The way their eyes glare
Follow you everywhere
There’s no other possibility
The way that they growl
As they go and prowl
What else could they be?
Vampires
Mr Bones
Skeleton’s are we
My friends, my family and me
Don’t ask how it could be
Even I don’t have the key
Together, taller than a tree
One bone is very wee
No mouth to have our tea
Yet we still buzz like a bee
A remarkable thing to see…
The Dark Days of The Devil
A shadow upon us all
Monsters big and small
Crimson red blood
Goodbye pretty buds
Dark mist upon the land
Silent without a band
Sharp piercing horns
Goodbye yummy corn
True days of darkness
A world filled with sadness
Are the dark days of the devil
Autumn Leaves
Not one same to another
None have a brother
Each an individual
Process like a ritual
A blend of brightess
The tree is their fortress
Crimson, hazel, amber and gold
Blow through wind ever so cold
The crunching as you stamp through
Can this lovely world really be true?
A whirlwind of colour
Never dull… Ugh!
A true beauty to this land
Sweetie Wonderland
Out on the streets, they all rush
“Trick or Treat!” they chorus
One by one, they fall into the pot
Soon enough, they’ve got a lot
But never will they give up
Way too many, to fit in a cup
All the colours of the rainbow
The kids are happy, ever much so
They smile from ear to ear
Never will they shed a tear
But by the time they get back
There sweet supply is starting to lack…
