The form for this poem is a Villanelle

O n this dark All Hallows Night,
Witches on their broomsticks leap
As phantoms gather out of sight;

Ghosts that haunt in shrouds of white,
From ‘neath the blankets children peep
On this dark All Hallows Night;

Werewolves howl and vampires bite,
Sipping blood from wounds that weep
As phantoms gather out of sight;

Pumpkin mask of demon wight,
Little devils trick or treat
On this dark All Hallows Night;

Goblins come to steal the light,
Banshees wail in darkness deep
As phantoms gather out of sight;

Manic laughter causes fright,
From the graveyard, zombies creep,
On this dark All Hallows Night
As phantoms gather out of sight

A poem by Robert A Read  aka  Mysteral. © 2009