Halloween

by  ** Ty **and Ted**  || || Crisp, brisk, chilled, Summons thoughts Of a dark eve, Halloween. The night dark, The windows framing Imaginary shadows of Creatures and beasts, Ghosts, and Taunting faces, smiling grimly, Lurking in the night. Families, Gather around a table With the view of a creaky porch, Its planks undermined By autumn leaves. Pumpkins, Marked with rusty cuts In spooky faces, Are carved, Seeds gushing Into an slimy lake On a slab of well-used wood. To be illuminated, Row upon row, On front porches, Casting an eerie glow. And on the night itself, The moon is always full, And the wind always moans. Princesses distress the poisoned apple That appears amidst the wealth of sweets. Warriors pillage the houses For treasure of sugar and yellow dye number 3. Ghosts, skeletons, vampires, creatures of the night Haunt the occasional records, Playing soundtracks of blood curdling, innocent villagers screaming, and chains rattling. When they return to their castles, Their ships, Their fortresses, They shred their costumes And begin to gorge The delicacies of October’s Final stand. || Picture Courtesy of: http://www.killerrobots.com/screensavers/jack-o-lantern_2.jpg ||
 * ** Halloween
 *  The air of October,