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Halloween
Yellow eyes glare in the thick black night
as a green fog rises we hold hands tight.
Shadows flickering to and fro,
before our eyes as we tremble so
Touches of gossamer tickle my face.
I hear whispering voices that echoes chase.
Crouching down to our smallest size,
we watch as dancing figures fill the skies
Cackling, screaming, calls surround
as we shake, hold breath, and make no sound.
Witches speed across the clouds
making black silhouettes stand out proud.
Then, as the sky shows a tint of sun
and the new days dawn has just begun,
the figures are gone as if never seen,
We survived another Halloween!