Witch Ghost
Tonight I come out from under my cold,
mossy gravestone to haunt you.
I am a real Halloween ghost
disguised as a pointed-hatted,
black-catted witch
with snarling mark,
painted dead black,
blood red and rotten green,
so when your doorbell rings
on this creepy night of Halloween,
I dare you, ope the door,
look me in the eye and let me in.
-John Lyons
courtesy Poetry Archive
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