Slowly, drifting
Moaning, wailing
The ghoul
Appeared in the sky.
With his face corroding
Decomposing
The beast
It would not die

.
In the garden waiting
Anticipating
Dummy
Flashed his knife
With his courage fading
His wooden limbs
Shaking
He would fight for his life

.
The ghoul it crept
To our hero inept
As a skeleton
Cried from the ground
A gargoyle leered
The pumpkins they feared
That the beast would win this round
But as the ghoul soared
Dummy jumped on the gourd
And sank his knife deep into its chest
The ghoul cried “Boo Hoo!”
‘Cause he knew he was through.
Though he had given it his very best

.
The beast
It went to his grave so green
Shouting to all who could hear

You’re all so mean!

But Happy Hallowe’en.

I’ll see you again next year!

.

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©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog.com, 2015