The silence of the grave was disturbed by howls of fright.
Witches, ghouls and goblins are on the prowl tonight.
They’ll trick you or they’ll treat you, a chance you’ll have to take.
‘Tis not for the faint of heart; be safe for goodness sake.
The pumpkin’s hideous grin; a cavernous, gaping hole,
will suck the life right out of you and steal your very soul.
Bony claws will grasp; they seek to claim the warmth of flesh.
And the foulest stench of death escapes a skull that’s not so fresh.
Beware! Beware the ghostly knock and open not your door.
The vampire will come in and from your throat, the blood will pour!
They’ll look for you by dawn’s first light and they will find you not,
for nights will be your stomping ground; the search for blood, your lot.
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland