Hallowed Night



Hallowed Night

By Kira A. Moore


The sound of leaves rustling

In the still night air,

A whispering,

In the dark.


Look up and see,

The trees reaching

With bared limbs

Toward the full moon.


A movement seen

From the corner of your eye,

Ghosts and Goblins walking,

In parade.

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