A little Halloween silliness...

Twas the night before Halloween and all through our spooky pad
No ghosts were out haunting, no spirits to be had
The pumpkins were lined down the driveway so near
In hopes a witch or werewolf soon would be here!

Our little mummy was wrapped all snug in her crypt
With dreams of candy corn and apples, caramel dipped.
I was in my own vault, asleep like the dead
My husband the Hessian soldier, still out looking for his head!

When out in the yard I heard a noisy rattle
Like the rusty bells on our old haunted cattle
I torn off my vault's lid as quick as a flash
What was the racket? Whose head I should I bash?

And there she stood, a magical site
The loveliest witch to haunt this wondrous night!
She was riding not a broom but a jet black mare
Tail blowing in the wind, prancing 'round without care.

The full moon was out lighting her way
She carried a bag of sparkling powder she borrowed from the Fae
Dusting the pumpkins one by one
With Halloween magic just for fun.

I crawled back to my bed so she could go about her night
of spreading spooky cheer underneath the pale moon light
I looked out my window for one last site as she sang
Happy Halloween to all, and to all a good fright!

Original art, photos and poem by Gypsy Mare Studios.