Tonight I come out from under my cold,
mossy gravestone to haunt you.
I am a real Halloween ghost
disguised as a pointed-hatted,
with snarling mask,
painted dead black,
blood red and rotten green,
so when your doorbell rings
on this creepy night of Halloween,
I dare you, open the door,
look me in the eye and let me in.
Copyright: unpublished poem, © John Lyons 2013, used by permission of the author