Halloween Hustle 2nd Place Winner
The first frost bites; leaves turn to ginger fire and trees stand naked in late autumn sun. While demons sing in an unholy choir, whispering...it has only just begun. We cast the spell; it cannot be undone. Dark shadows obscure the October sky with Death waiting inside the witches’ eye. To black angels, they ever shall be bound withering to bone as the ashes fly. At last, they lie, on unhallowed ground. - Lori Green