out from under they come
or from behind, underneath,
from mountain cave
from abandoned skies,
all points in between,
witches, wizards, sorcerers
dressed in black with robes
flowing mysteriously behind them,
like a comet's tail... or perhaps
a troll or even a ghoul
who knows - it's the hallo eve
when magic seeps out of cracks
in the imagination and fantasy
become reality momentarily,
carved faces on pumpkins
cornstalk monsters painted red,
a maze of possibilities surrounding
and enshrouding movement
of a very curious nature...
stories told over campfires
remembered long as a child,
creepy crawling things hanging
down from tree branches,
walking through neighbor's yards,
tricking more than treating
perpetrated on those who were
not much fun... warned against
parents who favored moderation,
graveyards avoided in the dim light
of a harvest moon, yet we enjoyed
our romping while they lasted
overlooking internal frightful fears.
October 25, 2025
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