Poetry: throw back, written as a kid

The Legend of Halloween
Poetry Series:  a poem I wrote at the age of 12, with a few changes
​(admittedly, a little dark)

Gazorn and plats,
Forks and plates,
​Spoons and knives,
Tonight's the date.
A night of fight.
A night of fear. 
Witches and goblins and ghosts are here.

The sky is black.
The stars are bright.
The moon is full.
Tonight's the night. 
A night of terror.
A night of fear.
Witches and goblins and ghosts are here.

The wind is whistling through the trees.
The graveyard's full of he's and she's.
The brisk cool air fills the night,
with lots and lots of dispelling fright.
Tonight's the night.
A night of screams, 
A night of fear,
Witches and goblins and ghosts are here.

Pumpkins are orange.
Bats are black.
Ghosts are "white,"
and that's a fact.
Tonight's the night.
A night to be scared.
A night to fear.
Witches and goblins and ghosts are here.

Cobwebs in corners.
Monsters in attics.
Beasts in basements,
and they're still at it!
Tonight's the night.
A night of fright.
A night of fear.
Witches and goblins and ghosts are here.

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"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen."
​Anne Sexton

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​"Long is the way and hard, that up to Hell leads up to light." 
​ Milton

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Halloween night is the night of all nights.
Scary- and filled with lots of fright.
It's darker than dark.
Colder than cold.
And the last few hours are not to be told.

Monsters, beasts, bugs, and gross,
goblins, ghouls, witches, ghosts.
The story is told that on Halloween night, 
Many who cannot walk among us and fight.
Battling for who lives,
Who dies,
Who's happy,
Who cries.
All these things and more take flight on Halloween night;
For it is a scary and frightful fright.
A lark streams across moonlight.

Hark. For it's tonight!
A night of ghouls, 
A night of fear for all the fools.
Those that don't listen to this warning,
Better beware, for we will see in the morning.
Respect the spirit of Halloween or...
Your eyes will be gone.
Your tongue cut off.
Your head bald.
Your throat will cough.
Your arms numb.
You legs weak.
Your face blank.
Your body bleak.

Thus Spake Maek (from another time)
Oct. 31, 2020