Haunted House Inventory
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
Wooden door; wide and creaky.
Sculking cat; snide and sneaky.
Skeletons; cold and clanky.
Madame Witch; old and cranky.
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When days grow short and nights get cold
And autumn trees turn red and gold,
Move, we may, through sun drenched days
'Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay.
What a brilliant poem that perfectly captures Halloween Night.
On 'Tober nights ere Witches' Moon,
spirits sway and creatures croon.
As darkness falls and shadows grow,
haints and haunters fain to show.
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I wouldn't live in a haunted house;
It's something I just wouldn't do.
Not in creepy haunted house.
Not with me or even with you.
The sun set in the early eve.
No light could pierce those mammoth trees.
Dark and dense for miles wide,
You could wander lost forever inside.
Damp darkness befalls as gray fog settles in.
Frightening shadows lingering within.
Footsteps echo through the black, eerie night
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The corpse that walks,
its solemn line.
The vampire stalks,
finds blood to dine.
Jack comes every year to visit me,
And his grin just makes me smile.
Nearly toothless, he doesn't care.
He happily laughs all the while.
Lying on your bed just like every other night,
There is something that'd give grown men fright,
There's a black figure stalking in the night,
And it won't go away until dark turns to light,
Dear Coral,
I am an adult woman that loves-so far-Halloween. I really enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing.
To all black cats, please listen keen!
Do fight the urge to see, be seen.
Tonight, avoid all humans mean.
My dears: Stay in on Halloween!