Birds on top of a streetlight on a very foggy day.
Bare winter tree branches with fog all around.
Poem written on October 13, 2016
Spooky specters roam around
Corpses rise from underground
Spiders crawl to fuel your fears
Rest in peace for years and years
Come Halloween, ghosts converge
Fantasy and real will surely merge
Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️
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