About the poet
John Lyons is a painter and poet, born in Port-of-Spain, Trinidad and Tobago. When he was nine,...
Tonight I come out from under my cold,
mossy gravestone to haunt you.
I am a real Halloween ghost
disguised as a pointed-hatted,
with snarling mask,
painted dead black,
blood red and rotten green,
so when your doorbell rings
on this creepy night of Halloween,
I dare you, open the door,
look me in the eye and let me in.
unpublished poem, © John Lyons 2013, used by permission of the author
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