On this dreadful stormy night, <br />beneath a moon hanging low. <br />The wind whispers through the pines, <br />causing shivers down your spine. <br /> <br />The leaves have all but withered, <br />the birds have all flown. <br />The snakes come a slither, <br />the spider's web is all sown. <br /> <br />As the night grows eerily still, <br />the only sound a raven's cry. <br />Suddenly a shadow shoots across the sky, <br />followed by a frightful shrill. <br /> <br />You want to turn away, <br />but your curiosity knows no bounds. <br />However, the longer you delay, <br />may find you underground. <br /> <br />As you near the creepiest of houses, <br />you are filled with dread and doubt. <br />But on the door you rap, rap, rap, <br />and Trick or Treat you scream and shout. <br /> <br />Happy Halloween<br /><br />Alesia Leach<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/halloween-82/
