Halloween Sonnet
Dark and spooky clouds of gray,
sounds of crashing and popping
the sun no longer shines its rays,
everyone gets scared; now there are doors locking
Witches, ghost, werewolves and more,
all of them like to hear the cry
kids are scared to go to the door,
most of them scream "im going to die"
every year this time comes around,
there are so many terrible frights
everyone is running from the horrible sounds,
people are scared of what goes bump in the night
don't worry don't cry the night is almost over
just be sure to not stop looking over your shoulder
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