Ghouls and goblins make a living
Stealing candy others are giving.
Pasty white, with lips of red;
Walking through a window, dead.
Shattered glass cuts to the core,
Seething sounds from raven’s roar.
Incandescent, white, set alight;
Nature’s naked, prepubescent fight.
Gripped are ghosts of limping ply,
Witches’ brooms are made to fly.