The moon man smirks, casting his ghostlike, silver-shimmered light

In dark, unlit recesses, imagination takes flight

All around, the cold wind whistles its melancholic tune

An eerie lament: Tonight, no one’s safe, no one’s immune

 

Dried autumnal leaves dance like random whispers on a breeze

A ticker tape for dead souls: the underworld's absentees.

Black shadows slowly crawl across landscapes as night descends.

A hinterland where terror begins, and all reason ends.

 

The pumpkin’s wide-open eyes, once vacant, now strangely stare

Jagged orange teeth move, miming a warning to beware

A haunted hush takes hold as the Jack-o’-lanterns flicker 

Blood pressure rises, whilst heart rate becomes ever quicker.

 

Fog fingers creep through twisted, enchanted trees, down crooked lanes,

This foreboding night transformed into Beelzebub’s dimmed domain 

Every demonic, satanic, lost soul is this night reborn.

Fear gripped friends; we hope, are safely home. Adequately forewarned

 

In the far-off dense forest, a startled owl shrieks. 

Closer, an unoiled garden gate swung open, creaks

Quickened footsteps echo across the quiet night.

Somewhere, a stout wooden door is swiftly slammed tight.

 

A laugh, much too close for comfort, breaks through the gloom

Not with joy, but with a madness weighed down with doom

An evil voice behind speaks, in a soft, hushed tone

Turn back, or pay the price: alas, you're all alone

 

Frighteningly, there stood an ensemble of ghosts and demons

Diabolical zombies, vampires, phantom aberrations

A spectral-looking scarecrow lifted an arm, joints cracking

A bony finger indicated my home. No point slacking.

 

Those recently deceased refuse to rest during Halloween.

Stuck betwixt two worlds, their bodies decomposingly obscene

Do not answer a knock on your door tonight in case you meet

Scarily dressed, candy-hungry young monsters, on trick or treat.