I have a graveyard of less fortunate
           Halloween jests that failed
                            to breath deeply...

Every year, I pick one, not so young..
                   but those of later age..
ones stealing the youth of kids..

They are past their sell by date..
                     Gooey centres now stale,
I do this for the young,
                I'm a ghoul hunting monsters.

I see past your masks, below the masks of
                    mistaken trust.
I do this for the young,
             Safe now your buried deep..

Its a night of monsters, but some are real.
                     But never fear,
            those monsters are buried deep.
Never to haunt an innocence's dreams..

On Halloween I go a hunting...
                   giving candy to energetic smiles
      but others I do wrap in the earth for keeps..