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Forgive me if I touch on matters scary ...

Rise before the dead have time to claim you,

Run before the witches cry your name,

Close your ears to promises of candy,

Come in my dear, we’re very glad you came’.


A child who worked the cotton mills of Burnley,

A child who rose at five o’ clock each day,

A child who died when horses ploughed the highway,

Has got a message for you from the grave.


Take heed before you dabble in the mysteries,

Of witches, crystal sculls, and coffins bare,

It’s all been made to look like fun and laughter,

But why then do shadows roam around in pairs?


Forgive me if I touch on matters scary,

It’s just the way my pen works after dark,

It’s just the things I’ve seen, and I’ve encountered,

That always seek to put me on my guard.


Beware the man who bears a vampire’s camera,

His goal to steal a photo of your soul,

Take flight at once, I beg you run like lightning,

Allhallowtide is not a time to pose.


A night of ghastly witches, ghosts, and demons,

The moon will light your way should you be scared,

Trick or treat is fine, when out with friends and family,

But on your own, who knows what might be there?


© Joseph G Dawson

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