Halloween Poem #26:

Season of Fear
by Michael Romani

Queue the creepy music
For the just the right vibe
Dare to step inside
And then you decide

As an indulgent prattle
With wicked stories told
Bones shake and start to rattle
At the thought of souls sold

The nights are dark, growing cold
The witching hour is on us
And just as in days of old
We come searching for that haunted buzz

That buzz of all that stuff
Of which we cannot get enough
Goose bumps raising on legs and arms
With shrills of horror rising up as alarms

It seems it is that time of year
Where pleasure is felt at knowing fear
Loving the thrill of things bumping in the night
With each scary moment filled with delight

(c) October 27, 2019  Michael Romani
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