Dark and mysterious creepy night.
Pumpkin masks shining bright.
Scary monsters, witches' brew.
Trick or treat, you have to choose.
Some dark stranger knocking at my door.
Is he the devil? I'm not too sure.
All I can see is his silhouette.
I've never believed in ghosts, yet still I sweat.
Yes, Halloween's arrived; there's no place to hide
When ghosts and demons come alive.
Halloween night has lost its way.
Too many crazy people now come out to play.
So, I'll close my curtains,
Switch off the lights.
They'll be no Trick or Treat
For me this night.
Halloween Is Here
Published by Family Friend Poems October 2019 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
John Peter Read was born in the East End of London in 1948. He was brought up by his Nan and mother, as his father left home when he was 5 years old. At the age of 15, John left school with just a basic education. While in school, he wrote little rhymes just for fun. A couple of his religious poems were published by the Christian church in the...