Halloween Night
It happened on, all Hallows Eve,
told in a story by a witch I believe.
dressed as goblins and ghosts in makeup and sheets.
One house they approached, not a light or a flicker,
The door was held open, on it's last hinge,
while the black painted shutters hung on by a fringe.
Inside you can see the candle lit jackal, smiling with a smirk and a hackle.
The children were frightened and ran down the street,
all you can hear is the scuffling of feet.
As the night came to a fall,
there was one little ghost who did nothing at all;
it was his house he seemed to recall.
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