Happy Halloween

A sonnet story part two

Photo by William J Spirdione

The brothers fell on an empty pine box.
Blue moon lighting their spider covered climb.
Up and out, the scene quite unorthodox.
A ghoul was eating a corpse in the slime.

John said, “that evil thing is repulsive.”
As bats flew out of the hole behind him,
Jim said, “shouldn’t have been so impulsive.”
The distance between gate and ghoul was slim.

They shouldn’t have taken the short cut home.
Wouldn’t be here if they ignored the gate.
Could have been home where with friends they could roam.
Trick or treating, not the fate they await.

Brothers throw coins at the ghoul with some fear.
All of a sudden the park reappears.