Fright Night

footsteps crunch on the gravel driveway
voices echo in the wind
children echo out in delight
for it is slowly becoming fright night
werewolves howl up at the moon
witches cackle from there brooms
the cold wind whistles down the old main street
then comes the thud of undead feet
here comes the scritch - scratch at the window
the spooky creaking of a gate
here comes the tapping of the branches
moaning spooks in the graveyard- is it to late to escape?
this night is noisy crowded and full of creeps
behind you! for tonight no monster sleeps
vampires on a search for blood
monsters awaiting breathe on every corner
no one is safe until the morning
for it will all disappear with the dawning


***and so starts my halloween poetry***