In full moon, such a dynamic night is this,
flying on my broom in a sugary bliss;
confidence follows on this perfect night,
but retreats as I come across a fright.

With a flicker of your eyes
I see hints of my demise;
my hand runs along your layers
as I succumb to useless prayers.

You haunt the ominous doorstep;
oh, so many times have I wept
from pondering your amber glow,
malignant nightmares you do bestow.

Stem shakes the imagination,
activates fear’s acceleration,
a burning plague of curiosity
digs into your monstrosity.

A sinister grin scratched into your flesh,
my courage plunges into the thresh;
your creators may label you artistic,
but your luminescence spells sadistic.