It's Hollow's Eve, the witch is drunk
and her familiars escape
she takes the broom out from her trunk
but cannot find her blackened cape
and in the meantime, the crow raves
and makes its way towards the moon
the tomcat can't, and so it waves
please take me, raven, take me soon
soon ghosts and zombies play their parts
hissing about and creaking floors
the latter crave your brains and hearts
the former satisfied with drawers
into this darkness I emerge
a bowl of candy, sour and sweet
come meet me, it is time to splurge
what will it be, a trick or treat?
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2789223-Fantasy-1059
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