Poetry Contest Entry
Artist - Unknown
© Blair Witch Project 2
Halloween Night
~By Trish L.
It started when the black bats took flight,
sweeping through the trees in the darkest of night.The cold wind blows across the land making me shiver,
a howling at the full moon would make any steadfast heart quiver.Only evil unseeing things can penetrate the dark,
waiting in their lairs ready to make their mark.The men listen as mothers and children hug and cling,
as the old man tells gruesome stories of Halloween.
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