Halloween Night

by: Laura Pfalz


The ghosts come out,
in the graveyard,
Dancing about.
The gates stand guard.

The reaper comes,
like sudden death.
The cold air numbs,
catching your breath.

The darkness hits.
Pumpkin is light.
Be careful, it's
Halloween Night.
~~~~~

This is a poem I wrote as an assignment in highschool, where I had to use at least one example of simile, metaphor, and personification.  I found it in a box, and thought it would make a nice addition to the site.

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