All Hallows has come once again, leading to things colored in orange and black, covered in bats and pumpkins, smelling faintly of cinnamon and cocoa.

In whatever format you choose, limerick, couplet, haiku, etc. compose a small poem about the season and how it makes one feel.

Winners will be chosen based on adherence to the prompt, then by reader's (Jack's) enjoyment.

1st - 5 points

2nd - 4 points

3rd - 3 points

4th - 2 points

5th - 1 points

Participation - 1 point