Halloween with Twisted Trees

Dead leaves no longer on the trees, with a breeze so fierce your soul is sure to freeze.
Halloween with twisted trees, its taken your breath your starting to wheeze.
Children dressed as ghouls and goblins while searching for there yearly tricks and treats.
Your running and running the ground suddenly crumbles
beneath your feet.
Well what do you know! You fall in a crypt, to awaken the vampires who grab you and tighten their grip.
You scream and scream as there fangs slowly rip thought your tender moist skin.
You screech yet your voice is lost in the wind.
You see their crimson stained lips.
You slowly fade away as your mind and eyes go black.
Please forgive me if you thought this poem was wack.

(No, seriously forgive me if my poem is bad. I kinda lost my mojo.) Sowy