Crackle, crackle
Dusty shadows
Crunch and cackle
Follow hollow
Pounding footsteps

Cracks of thunder
Broken branches
Over, under
Snap and scream
Spooky Doppler

The Big Bopper
Sings Chantilly lace
And a pretty face
But I digress
As trees undress

On this unholy
Wooded path
To who knows where
I stroll and stare
At the murky water

The misted river
Seems to swerve
Around the curve
Of my pretty neck
As I do swear

This wretched dream
Will be my last trek
Unnerved through this
Forest preserve
On Halloween