They speak in the night
When light plays fairy glimpse
On places abandoned in garden.
All friends wear pale costumes
Ghostly eyes in the skyline mist
Amid dead souls standing around.
All gather in clean weather
Just about to knock the door
At the stage to make themselves appear
With outrage romp up,
Rolled out towards stony eyes,
And they are Halloween players.
They make something vague
That makes room for more scared whims.
we are used to it anyway,
ReplyDeletethanks for the scary dare.
yes, it is about time to fasten our seatbelt,
ReplyDeleteand enjoy a chill ride in autumn season.
you make me think of a bad dream as a child,
ReplyDeletevivid write.
poetic and fun word flow.
ReplyDeleteincredible.
ReplyDeletelove it,
ReplyDeletevery innocent wonder on Halloween!
wise.
ReplyDeleteglad that people do adore scared whims.
ReplyDeletea fiction with much association,
ReplyDeletewell penned story.
wise.
ReplyDeleteLoved the flow
ReplyDeletean outrage is cool to evoke violent actions.
ReplyDeletebeautiful imagery.
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