Halloween Night Poem by Nicole Henson

In the midst of a full moon

When all souls have gone to dream

You walk alone in the graveyard



The date is Halloween

Celebration of the living dead

No clear minded thing will stroll the night



Walking past tombstones that glow

in the eerie moonlight

Shadows creep, and you shiver as fall's wind caresses your skin



Haunting pumpkins scatter the lot

Staring with carved faces

And shine with the flickering of candlelight



But one, one large orange face

stood out

The grin seems to spread across this face



This face is not carved... it's not

glowing with candlelight

It's alive



The glow is coming from itself

the ghoulish features are born from the

darkness of Halloween night



A wolf houls a horrific yowl

An owl hoots its night time delight

A creature runs across the shadowed ground



The night, once calm and peacful

Is now filled with noise

and the moon's blinding light



Why did you you walk the night?

Why did you stand and watch the pumpkin's grin get wide?

Why did you stay and watch while it came alive?



In the morining your family call the police

They never find your body

And when they walk the graveyard they walk past a pumpkin

Its face curved with a frightful grin, blood dripping from its sharpened teeth



You watch as they pass your killer

But it is your own fault

For you walked the haunted graveyard on Halloween night

For you walked in the Haunted Whippoorwill Pines