To usher in the weekend, a poem! Written for Halloween week by Sequin Sue. Chef’s Hiss!
A walk to the Pear Tree in late October
The light from a misty autumn moon,
Gives the graveyard an eerie glow.
Skeletal trees cast creepy shadows,
That linger on mossy headstones.
Unforgiving is the chilly air;
Slicing viciously through bare flesh.
Footsteps resonate silent streets,
A siren shrieks by like a banshee.
The creaking church stands solitary,
Like a house of horror, haunted.
Stirring images of souls deceased,
Vivid in the vaporous air.
The old inn is warm, welcoming:
All about flames flicker fiercely.
And a goblet of red to raise the spirits,
Is devoured bloodthirstily within.