all was dark and eerie
as the ghouls came out to play
pumpkin stew and play foam
all bagged and ready to spray

it was All Hallows' night,
when glee was heard,
as hands were filled with sweet delight.
the tiny glowing faces, the pleasures this night ignites.

the clock ticked round until the bats were seen, the children now in bed.
the lightning started shrieking,
then thunder shook fear into the little mites heads.

screams are heard quivering
as grave stones creaked and cracked.
mummies hands now rising up grappling with what's living,
grasping in the black.

creeping up slowly, the stench of yesterday
straggling bits of material, holding you at bay.
jaw bones drooling, dribbling with froth
ear splitting cries for help,  all sanity is lost.

the steady patter of footsteps
heading to your door
the tiny little nightmares
the kids have got for you  in store.

(c) Robert Kingston 31.10.15