More poems by wyliecoyotesfriend

The Midnight Hunt


It's Halloween, the fright of nights
Teenagers dressed as Scream or Kane
Graveyards come to life, oh what a sight!
Houses dressed in slime, how lame!


Children go from place to place,
At Doe Run they would meet.
When you answer the door, they scream in your face:
"Trick or treat and smell my feet."


Creak, creak, down the haunted hooker home,
An old hungry witch is in a rocking chair
Where a thousand vermin like to roam.
Her face as haughty as a ghost, what a scare!


But here he comes, little Johnny Bess,
With a 90's style like attitude
Knocks on her door with intrepidness.
But little does he know, he's the witch's new food!


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