The shadows are moving again. Are you afraid?

A poem to celebrate the changing of the seasons!

clip clop, clip clopdon’t let the sound betraythat steady beating rhythmof the horseman’s handy work tonight is the nightthe most ‘evil of nights’the time when the spirits wander freeand the ghouls return to earth you better make sure that the curtains are drawnand you’re not alone tonightfor those that go off gallivantingmight just lose their ...

                       Eyes bright and heart hollow                                     Flames seep out                                     Of these grinning fellows                                     Shadows abound outside                                     Ready to scare                                     But around the lanterns                                     They do not dare                                     For behind these fruits’                                     Friendly façade                                     Are dark souls                                  Spilling blood                                     These souls have hurt others                                     ...

Disclaimer: This story is based on the St. Augustine Lighthouse. This story is not affiliated with the lighthouse or its staff. ________ They both walked towards the dark, untamed trees of the woods. Only a small dirt trodden path marked the way. The branches of the trees weaved together with the bushes. They created a ...