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 nightmares,
horrid wonders.
With a push
his mother sends him,
into the dark,
dismal grim.
She leaves that place,
all alone,
a distant cry in the air fades
a distant moan slows.
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,
to give bad children a lesson,
to be taught.
dedicated to the house on the other side of the road.
