By Raven Williams
Darkness grows all around,
As the woods echo with haunting sounds.
On the pumpkins the frost does lay,
And in the cemetery mist covers the graves.
The wolves howl at the bright full moon,
Filling the air with their spooky tune.
Witches, their cauldrons they do stir,
While stroking their familiars’ soft black fur.
Costumed children roam the streets,
Looking for candy and other sweet treats.
The Vampires, Ghouls, and Goblins give fright,
As all gather to celebrate Halloween Night.
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