Only a silhouette and then a scream,
An inferno burning in the darkness,
Was this a nightmare or a dream?
A crackling sound caused me to retreat,
Would a ghost be my host,
Nothing to do, but move my feet.
Finally, grasped an old gray post,
As zombies cried out in the night,
Did you get the marshmallows to roast?
ŠAnne Marie Hunter
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