Halloween
Eyes of green
Shine in the dark.
Swinging lights
And vampire bites.
What hides in the park?
The 31st
Expect the worst.
Broomsticks on high.
Banshees wail
Under moon so pale
As ghouls float by.
At witching hour
The blackest flower
Blooms on the streets.
The living dead
Are starved or fed
With trick or treats.
As bloodstained choir
Fresh from hell's fire
In doorways sit.
Full moonshine
Mean werewolves dine.
As pumpkin smiles are lit.
Halloween
Its spell is cast.
The spectres visitation past.
Demons unmasked
Become children again.
But who's that?
I ask,
At the window pane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good Kevin - must buy some sweets! !