This is my poem for USM's Halloween Contest
Witches Brew
In the cauldron
dark with age,
Bubbles a foul
and gruesome stage
Of a brew that will
certainly uncage
The darkest demon
of this Hallows Eve
For tonight may be filled
with things you won't believe
Setting the night air
with oddsmells and mist
What will become
a magical sight I insist
One sip of this tea
will set the mood
Then we will see
onset of the brood
Little feet running
from house to house
In costumes of pumpkins
ghosts and a mouse
Scurrying all across
the dark of night
Trick-or-Treating for all
the candy in sight
An evening like
you've never seen
With the childlike promise
of this Halloween