“Be afraid…be very afraid.”

~~The Fly

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I’m walking the streets of my hometown. The calendar pages have been turned from mild September to cool October. The weather always dictates my moods when I walk. On a cloudless day, the maple yellows against the azure blue sky can lift my soul into rarefied air. When the cold clouds drizzle, I stare at the flagstone sidewalks and the fallen leaves–and my spirits sink.

I am not a poet as you will shortly see, but I thought it would be amusing to attempt a short ditty as a Halloween treat for you, my readers. A treat is better than a trick, or so I’ve been told:

October nights, the spirits rise,

To save your soul…you must be wise.

On nights when the chill wind blows,

On dead branches sit dead crows.

Their eyes, they blaze a crimson hue,

They lurk, they creep, they lust for you.

Oh, the specters seek you,

And the werewolves eat you,

And the angels forsake you,

…all that’s left is…HALLOWEEN.

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Two more things, dear reader. I’ve always been afraid of the dark. And I’ve always been uneasy about giants.

So it’s no surprise that I dread the night when I encounter this…

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