When Shadows Dance

The night is thick with a chilling breeze,

whispers rustle through empty trees,

and shadows stretch like fingers long,

pulling me toward their ghostly song.

Lanterns flicker with a haunted light,

casting spells on Halloween night.

Jack-o'-lanterns grin with wicked glee,

their hollow eyes daring me to see.

I walk a path both dark and strange,

where laughter echoes, low and deranged,

and every step on the cobblestone

feels like a pulse that’s not my own.

The air is sweet with fear and thrill,

as creatures creep from windowsills,

and every gust, a breath unknown,

sends chills deep down into my bones.

So let the shadows sway and spin,

in the dance where night and fear begin,

for Halloween is a ghostly trance,

when all the darkness comes to dance.

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