Updated: Oct 29, 2021
Darkness filled the graveyard site
From beneath the earth, an eerie light
The earth erupted like a nightmare dreamed
A skeleton appeared, while a night owl screamed.
Magic black now filled the air
As bleach white bones assembled there
Moon still bright with smog on the ground
And bones were rattling, but without a sound.
Magic continued as bones took shape
And an image appeared, wearing a cape
Appearance scary of an old ugly hag
Now she was holding an orange-black bag.
She made the sign of a circle round
Soon beside her a junkyard hound
The mutt was clad like a circus clown
And together they strolled to the center of town.
She went unnoticed, there wasn’t any fright
And she tried to scare people with all her might
Too much gaiety; too much fun
From house to house, the children run.
Candy filled bags for all to share
Festivities ending at the old town square
Everyone’s happy, but not the old hag
Time to get even for her still empty bag.
The square surrounded by happy false faces
Time for revenge that would leave no traces
The angry old hag then floated to the stage
And the kids became silent as she went into rage.
The first to go was the junkyard dog
It just disappeared, while becoming a log
The magic continued, she would make kids sick
But the children all cheered, what a wonderful trick.
Her face and her cape then fell to the floor
And bleached white bones began to soar
The children gasped as they showed their fear
But the hag had enough, she was getting out of here.
Now back to the grave lay an orange-black bag
No other traces of the wicked old hag
Her bones now buried with a few jelly beans
Her voice screams out,
“LET SOMEONE ELSE DO THESE HALLOWEENS.”
–Ron Kaintz, Kennedy resident