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Going into the woods on a nature hike,

A chance to peacefully enjoy my birthday;

Only to find more insanity and the like

Embedded in a mystery that blew me away...

Strange forces making purple mushrooms bloom,

Enigmatic voices crying out to be heard,

Bones on the ground, warning of doom and gloom,

Evil spirits inciting fear without a word.

Cryptic messages inscribed on fallen trees,

Evidence of a party no one was invited to,

A gateway to hell that no one really sees;

It all points to a room with a fiery view.

I emerge from the woods, wrought with fright,

With an evil fiend chasing me away,

Leaving me with many questions this night,

Yet leaving me with nothing left to say.

Did it really happen, instilling me with fear,

Or was it all from my overactive imagination?

Perhaps, as we all do at this time of year,

My thoughts turned briefly to evil indignation,

Of ghosts and ghouls, of woods in the dark,

To serve as nothing but a quick diversion

From the realistic thoughts of today in the park

Of criminal intent and nuclear perversion

Among many people in the Middle East these days,

Of corporate malfeasance among the rich on the inside,

Of snipers showing the young their killing ways.

Now would be a good time to hide

From the world as it caves in on itself;

It's coming down like fall leaves on the green,

So put some of your money back on the shelf,

Because...BOO!!!...It's Halloween.



Patrick Hopkins