Death reaches his hands
Shrivels leaves
Rips them up
Soon the ghosts and ghouls will scream
They've waited all year for Halloween
But this death is not a scary thought
In fact it's comforting
For the leaves,
While dried are beautiful
Like a colorful blanket covering your skin
Letting the tree's make new life
And the ghosts are only costumes,
Along with the characters and pets,
So it's not truly scary,
But it's still the season of death
And I love every second of it
Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.