Halloween

Blackness surrounds the envelope of night
Lost souls drift the streets, spectres take flight
caldrons boil its spell inspired brew
Evil laughter insues while it is cast upon the unsuspecting few
Blackcats and wolves paw at the ground
lonely vigil watched with hardly a sound
ghosts of the past enter the scene
Drift past my window, is this a dream
A fog rolls in, washes over the town
undead and new dead rise from their mounds
They lumber to your room, to take you away
From friends and family to places far away
Resistence is futile though it seems
Relax, have fun, its just halloween

John P. Zawitoski
10/14/97