Thursday, October 29, 2015

A Long Walk on a Dark Street

The screams on the wind
swirl through the darkened
neighborhood streets and
corridors of deceit.

Was it a cat?
Was it a cry?
Was it a woman?
Was it a guy?

The hair on your neck is
at attention, you shiver
and shake as you peek
into the moonless night.

Who is there?
Who could it be?
What do you want?
What do you need?

Nothing there, but the
cold wind, rustling the
leaves in the trees, a dying
chorus of awful applause.

Such a noise.
Such a sound.
Such a night.
Such a fright.

A raging wind, angry
with panic, carries more
moans and cries, more
sorrows and pains.

Oh my.
Oh Dear.
Oh heavens.
Oh no.

A pulled up collar and a
bundled coat are no defense
for the chilling, echoing
terrors of a Halloween night. 

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