Halloween Run

for Magpie Tale 240 and the Honeybee

Night is falling, goblins whisper

The dead desert their graves

And you alone with no light

There’s something breathing down your back

Don’t stop to scream

Flee through the fields

Foot falls behind you

Wild noises follow

No escape from them

Scramble through the fence

And through the thorns

Ignore the blood you leave

Safe only behind bolted doors

You – hiding from the hidden things of night