Mary Naylor - Death Watch

Skeletons skip, ghosts dance,
'Trick or treat! ' 'Trick or treat! '
floats through the night.

Hiding from the moon,
a stark form waits,
without death's grin.
without ghostly hood.

Brain hate cocked,
Soul fury rocked,
Death is waiting for a stray,
Death is just a grasp away!

Death is not among the dead.
It crouches in the dark corner.
The inferno which is its soul,
flares in its eyes!

Skeletons skip, ghosts dance,
but in the quiet shadows
Death is waiting for its prey!
Death is just a gasp away!

Mary Naylor

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