My Dearest Red,
A thin layer of fog troubles the mind,
Caught between leaves wrestling not far behind.
Holding back the chill of the haunted skies,
While waving the smell of pumpkin for a warm surprise.
Casting a illusion of eerie night,
Then lingering in the air for a dreadful fright.
Calling on the sounds that live in the dark,
Spooking the town until morning sets a spark.
Denouncing its lift on the olden town,
Promising horror at the beat of sundown.
My darling.. I shall leave it here,
Sleep calls to my eyes in a unwanted flare,
Begging to rest while the eerie is in the clear.
I shall write to you again in the dust of the night,
When all my fears are wild and bright .
With love always,
You know who. -Wolf10