Flown from Africa in October twilight,
Strange and bizarre, it looked I was.
Icy cold rattled deep in my petite crust,
Just like in a foreign and alien cosmos.
Bunked in a flophouse I did not know,
It was a dreaded and terrifying night.
All alone in midst of surprising fear,
Folks with scary and abysmal regalia.
Like Dracula with fake plastic fangs,
Painted face white and pointed red fingers.
Wall a portrait grave and mystical dead eyes,
Nightmare of scaring voices of denizens.
Autumn plants turn radiant gold and red,
The forecast of fortune, luck and divination.
Rituals and sacraments in the day of the Dead,
The spookiest night of the year, Halloween!
Written by: Kolapo Abdul (October 31, 2020)
kolapoems@gmail.com
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