Ghouls
The ghouls are on my doorstep onThis moon lit autumn night,
The zombies, ghosts, and werewolves, who
Infuse my heart with fright.
And princesses of death, I guess,
Based on their company,
Plus skeletons, and mummies, and
The shade of death I see.
They stumble up my porch steps just
To fill my soul with dread.
I open up my door to greet
This Army of the Dead.
I can see their sharp incisors,
And big old hairy feet,
And the zippers down their bellies
While screeching "Trick or Treat"!
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