Orange and black,
The night attacks.
The ghosts snear,
The sun sets in fear.
Brown and gold,
The year is old.
Don’t try and reason,
It’s a frightening season.
Yellow and red,
Dance with the dead.
Faint hearts cower,
Vampires devour.
The colours of ‘ween,
An unsettling scene.
Yet I feel content
In this sick temperament.
-2007
