Witching Hour

Tormented zombies come out for a horror play-fest
and every vampire coven stalks the night for prey –
all warlocks escort their witches at the end of day
and their black cats join them as they embark on this quest.

Princesses run down the streets while carrying their wands,
Angels smoothly glide along; halos attached and all –
life-size kitty cats purr in excitement of the Fall…
while some creatures are dressed as if they were Satan’s Spawn.

Boys and girls, every age, like to see sights so strange,
they come out in the chill, expecting to get their thrills –
there is only one way to have their wishes fulfilled…
it’s to dress up, go house to house, and act deranged.

This is quite a splendid sight, the children of the night
carrying plastic pumpkins overflowing with sweets –
they want the candy, but I prefer tricks over treats.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poem I wrote for my first Poetry writing class at VCU. This assignment: Write a syllabic poem of 15 lines.

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