The cool air softly sings a spooky lullaby
that wades through the trees-
and jars the leaves from their perch-
sending them toward the earth.
The sun drops down-
like a fallen warrior
on bended knee-
defeated by a victorious ink stained sky.
The decorations-
now hanging like bodies
swinging from the end of a rope
held in the fingers of all Hallows Eve.
It is officially the greatest time of year-
let the celebration begin.
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