I here something howling,
Causing trimmers to the depths of my soul.
I knew the supernatural wasn’t real.
I’ve known it my whole life.
The problem is,
I no longer believe it.
Because in the deepest pits of my soul,
I know;
Ghosts haunt the night.
Vampires hunt the living.
Sorcerers smite.
Black Cats bite.
Werewolves are mauling.
Spiders are crawling.
And something,
Just flew past the moon.
On the night,
Of Halloween.
Morning is coming.
Darkness is fading.
Then the night is gone
But a question remains.
Was it real?
No.
Of course not.
No such things as,
Monsters and Magic.
Time moves on.
The memory fades.
Then it’s here again,
The night of Halloween.
I think back to my previous certainty with longing.
Because,
I’ve lost it.
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