Poems from Landonssmith
Spiders and zombies
Searching the streets for the prize
Such terror ensues
Looking ahead, getting closer, an outline materializes and starts becoming visible
What could it possibly be?
I say it's bitter sweet...
Colors are vibrant
But fading for winters cold
Gone for the season
Rouge leaves skittering
Ghouls knocking on every door
Demanding their share
Children running wild
Parents chasing close behind
The night of delight