It’s called Samhain

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its called samhainWitches weave in the night,
Chilling those that meet their sight,
Dressed in black with conical hat,
Followed by faithful black cat,
They head the charge on Samhain night,
Seeking treats or granting fright,
Demons and monsters join the fay,
For the night they come to play,
Heroes and princesses add the spice,
Seeking goodies so sweet and nice,
All are welcome on Samhain night,
Sugar rushing children set flight,
Come one come all,
The living and dead are having a ball,
So as you light your pumpkins think,
Do zombies really stink?
What that funny smell,
Yes your going straight to hell,
Now it time to sleep,
From under the blanket you can peep,
Remember its for twinks and tweens,
It only Halloween

About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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