Hallow's EveA Poem by Lori Carlson![]() ‘Tis not a sound to be heard on this eerily night, not a bump or woot of an owl, but some have said that when the moon is full, out come the wolves and howl. As midnight arrives, the children all home in their beds, the ghosts and the goblins come out in full force and the horseman comes for your head. ‘Tis Hallow’s Eve the bloodiest night of the year when the dead rise from their graves and they come for brains the living stay inside out of fear. But don’t be fooled by the sights you see and don’t open your doors the witches and vampires rule this night and there is no place for you to flee. © 2013 Lori Carlson
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StatsAuthorLori CarlsonTulsa, OKAboutThou art to me a delicious tormentby Ralph Waldo Emerson Just a quick note I no longer send out read requests nor accept them. If you would like to know why I no longer accept them, please read m.. more..Writing
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