My Dearest Red.

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