The moonlight spills on crooked streets,
Where shadowed laughter softly beats.
Lanterns grin with jagged thrills,
And autumn air brings ghostly chills.
The leaves, like whispers, twist and turn,
While candle flames in windows burn.
The night is thick with masked delight,
A spellbound waltz of dark and light.
Each door a portal, each knock a chance,
For treats or tricks to join the dance.
And as the midnight hour creeps near,
The world tilts closer to its fear—
Yet in the dark, with heart that thrills,
We chase the night through spills and chills.
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