Frightful October night

Air crisp
Autumn leaves flavor the
frosty wind.
The moon sits high
bathing a half light
that build shadows
that bode sinister;
each tree, long fingers
reaching; beyond a
solid dark
that cloaks
mysterious, hiding
monsters and ghouls
that tickle
your fear
and make walking
feel like slow motion.
Breath steams
effort, imagination
explodes
seeing shadows that
move, and blur
into cold images of death,
reaching for you.
Paths once short
stretch long,
now panting,
to pass that which
frightens us;
in the distance
a wavering light,
home, and safe.
Will alone sustains,
almost running,
ragged breath, legs
pumping,
running to escape
what in darkness
pursues us.
Each step a lifetime,
the shadows at the edge
of the woods
ready to break free...
home in sight,
golden light that forces back
the dark.
Being followed, but
afraid to see what is following,
focused on the golden
light of home.
Hand that reaches for the
door knob,
twisting, turning,
rushing in
and shutting the door
on evil,
you stand..breathing hard
protected
and home
once more.