HALOOOOweeeen.

HOOOO HALOOOOweeeen.

The screeeam of a ghost,

the Blaack of a hat

the loud miaouuooo of a cat,

night closes it hands

round your neck

to suffocate, slip on a skin

the grape eye looks on with a stare

sausage fingers the highway man's gibbet

soft flesh on your cheek

tweak red, then white as a sheet 

taste the flour, salt and pepper,

dip for apples in light from a gourd

eerie sounds as the saints 

come out of their graves,

statues move when they shouldn't

in shadows of yews, under pews,

rats devour fresh flesh 

our rubbish has taken to air

witches hair 

transformed news-papered ribbons

green gunge slowly slips down one step at a time 

like syrup

sticks fly in the sky with witches oh high

the moon switched out by their robes

look out for their evil black probes

oh fright

I didn't see you standing there.