The warm breeze makes my task of gathering the leaves seem like such a smeeze

The wind will soon change, revealing a cold breeze, a season where utter silence is impossible to achieve

Time brings great rumbling and kids filled with joy, for it is Hallows Eve, and the night shall rejoice.

Thrill fills the air, for the pranksters are there, and everyone is ready for a scare.

But somewhere out there in a barren old well, if you were near, you might fear what or who might be in there.

Not even time could tell who, what, or how long that scream must have beamed in a field so obscene,

It almost seemed like the fun in Halloween was a way to cover up the gut-wrenching scream in the field

I think about that scream in the field every Hallows Eve, and am glad nobody found out it was me who had

underlyingly caused the scream to a certain degree