A Howl-o-ween poem

Leaves of autumn red, gold and brown

All too soon they will embrace the ground

Beautiful leaves of autumn bright

Glimmer with diamond frost at night


Summer has gone, fall has begun

When the zombies come, I will run

The night of terror is close at hand

Dreadful chills will fill this land


Wolves howl, vampires bite

The Evil Dead will put up a fight

Dead cold fingers knock at my door

Trick or treat, the little ghouls want more


The dead will rise from their graves

And they’ll throw some illin’ raves

Ghostly tunes echo in my head

That zombie band knows how to shred.


Posted on October 21, 2008, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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