Halloween Poem

The wind howls its sorrowful tune,
as the leaves cover ground
gives way to the grave of fall.
Tombs fill the streets of towns;
People whose hearts are overwhelmed
with grief.
Madmen roam - the place some call home;
While black cats scurry down their paths.
The moonlit sky,
leaves people feeling fright;
But me I love these nights.
The Sorrowful Tune by Michelle @FamilyFriendPoems

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