All Hallows Eve
Now is the time for witches and wolves,
Whispers in the walls,
Cold stone corridors,
The creak of that heavy door,
Something just glimpsed,
Slightly out of sight,
Spectres and hauntings and the dark kiss of night.
There are howls,
There are cackles,
And the atmosphere crackles with tension,
With worry.
I am sorry,
That I did not believe,
Until it was too late.
Perhaps it was fate,
And we'll never retrieve,
What we lost from our sanity,
As we dance through calamity,
On All Hallows Eve.
A halloween poem for the final day of #Inktober. Keep an eye out for another poem later today to celebrate completing my #Inktober poetry challenge!
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