Halloween Night
It comes once a year
Halloween Night
When it's okay to fight and to fear.

Witches and wizards
Celebrities and cats
Kids dressed as lizards
**** somethings wearing hats.

But what's it about
What does it mean

An answerless question, or so it would seem.

One night a year
Is perfect for me
Sweet and tasty my dear
How can it be?

Candy at doors
Kids in the street
With each I want more
With each that I eat.

Sweet like sugar
Sour and ****
Paired with a another
or alone, a la carte.

Never filled never full
It's a witch's delight
Eat them all whole
On Halloween night.

They kick and they scream, they bite and they squeal
These kids who will be, my very next meal.

Down the road
a child walks,
to a home
his mother knocks.

A house so old,
tired and grey,
a wafting scent,
of decay.

A house with eyes
a house that hungers,
a place of wretched,
horrid wonders.

With a push
his mother sends him,
into the dark,
dismal grim.

She leaves that place,
all alone,
a distant cry,
a distant moan.

The house has eaten
the house will dine,
on the rest,
in the waiting line.

On Halloween
these parents roam,
with naughty children
to this hungry,
haunted home.

There once was a chair
covered and grey, with cobwebs and dust
that smelled of decay.

Little Billy Blue, in a blue hat
went to the chair, in the chair that he sat,
a mouth opened up, toothy and wide
into it's belly he surly did slide.

Little Billy Blue, gone just like that
into the chair,

leaving only his hat.