DESCRIPTION
In the moonlight's gentle glow,
A dancer hangs in crimson flow,
Pumpkins watch with eyes aglow,
Halloween's enchantment they bestow.
Mid-air, a graceful pose,
Suspended where the bare trees grow,
Candles flicker, shadows throw,
In the night, a spell we sow.
Silent whispers, leaves fall low,
In this eerie, haunted show,
Aerial grace, a sight to know,
Halloween's magic starts to grow.
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