Challenge
100 words
Write a poem of exactly 100 words. No more, no less. All topics welcome. Have fun. Have heart. Have at it!
Its Halloween!
The ghost in the attic
Wonders around to find that memory
That made him feel alive again
Gold between brown,
rust and red leaves
fell on to the ground
because they felt that they had no purpose left to serve
tonight is the night
when witches fly above the clouds and drop poison upon the death,
Cackling away while their loved ones lies perished and lost from reality
tonight is the night
when gnomes and trolls danced in their underground pits waiting for the night endeavor their souls
tonight is the night
when ghosts fly high and scream,
"It's halloween!"
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