Ghosts, ghouls and gory creatures,
People plagued with disturbing features,
Prowling around; obscene,
It's the time for Halloween,
The air is eerie and bitter,
The voices of the night titter,
The echoes of warmer times disappear,
Leaving us filled with the need for loved ones to be near,
A jumper, a hat and a scarf,
A warming drink and heated bath,
A night indoors to keep you calm,
October is the month of dread and harm.

Like a ghost on the wind
She comes from the sea
And trembles the foe
So wild and free

With swashbuckling swagger
And a Jolly Roger laugh
She flies the black flag
On a whalebone staff

She has terrifying eyes
And a ring in her ear
And on her sun tanned face
A flippant leer

With a bone-cold glare
And a sneer on her lip
She has coins in hand
And a cutlass on hip

With a thunderous blast
From her cannons' might
She plants fear in the strong
And steals the fight

She takes all that's lost
And turns it to gold
For she's crafty and devious
And frightningly bold

She is dashing and daring,
A fierce buccaneer
Faces of many
Pale when she's near

From ocean to ocean
Her tales are spun
About the queen of the pirates
For in the end she won

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again