Poetry War: Squirming to be free


The day is upon us when in between

this life and the next is Halloween,

where hell hounds rage while angels hide

and the black cat serves as a ghostly guide. 


The basket cases! They run amok

to float in the air, and zombies knock!

Can we be saved from this ghoulish night

Where werewolves howl and the witch takes flight?


Woe is me!!!!

As the half moon rises, monsters hide

will super heroes step outside

demanding candy as their fee?

The night is squirming to be free!