A grove of black pines shrouds the moon
So the weathered barn blends into the darkness.
Painful shrieks on Halloween remind the elders
It should be ripped down
But fear holds them in abeyance.
A chain won’t protect the innocent from evil
On Hallow’s Eve.
An owl hides and townspeople lock themselves in,
Dueling with nightmares til dawn.
Moans lapse into screeches.
Nothing can save those caught in the demon’s barn
On Hallow’s Eve.
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