Air scented in cinnamon.
Toffee apple dreams
soon give way
to worn internalised screams.
The sweet air
takes on the sour tang of fear.
Darkness oozes through
as the veil of worlds
is torn in two.
Ghoulish beings riddle
the pumpkin spiced streets.
Too many feet. Sworn to inflict
their beastly rhythms,
to make
unsteady hearts raise a beat.
In this season of the ghost.
Trembling trepidation flows
when the nights are steeped
in moonlights eerie glow
the ghouls raise a toast
and we wade through waves
of nightmare shows.
Following the trail you left yourself,
when you were of sound mind,
when the demons were
kept hidden behind
the stained glass sky,
and fright night was just
a scary movie not your life.
But now the veil is coming down
and spectres are lurking around.
This all seemed so much more
peaceful by sun light.
And during the late hours
when you swear
the wind is howling in agony,
and shadows
are contorted in wretched screams.
When you fear you will never
see another happy dream.
That's when the veil of worlds
will disappear. A maniacal grin
will plaster the sky
ear to ear
upon which
you will look
in fear
through the gloom,
glistening red teeth will loom,
and you will feel
like the end is near.
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