The Halloween Ghost Writer’s Tale

In a town with shadows long,
Where pumpkins glow and witches throng,
A storyteller dwells in rhyme,
Her pen is sharp, her mind sublime.

She writes of haunts and fearful things,
Of spooks that lurk among the springs;
The chilling tales she does unfold,
Send shivers down your spine so cold.

The Halloween Ghost Writer’s name,
Is known throughout this land of fame,
For her words are filled with fright,
That keep you up all through the night.

Her ink is black as ebony,
Her stories dark and eerie;
The characters she brings to life
Make every heart beat heavy strife.

From wails and screams of tortured souls,
To ghouls that steal their victims’ goals,
She writes the tales of doom and gloom,
Each page a chilling, horrid boom.

The Ghost Writer heeds her call,
To make all tremble, great and small;
With each twist in a wicked plot,
Another mind she fills with rot.

In a world where fear’s a feast,
She reigns supreme among the beasts,
For her words do cast a dreadful spell,
That makes the strongest tremble and quell.

So when the night comes black as pitch,
And darkness falls upon this ditch,
Remember well this Ghost Writer’s tale,
Of all the terrors she does unveil.

Behold her tales of fright and fright,
For she is the Halloween Ghost Writer;
A master weaver of horror’s tapestry,
Who’ll keep you up, haunted eternally.

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