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A poem that gives a mystery to what is happening at this womans house on halloween. |
As the children scream from terror and fright. It fills my heart with a great delight. Some find it cruel the way I work. Some find it a disturbing quirk. I know that people think I'm strange. I don't mind it just the same. I see the way they look at me. But this is what I'm meant to be. The costumes that the children wear. Masks that give them ruffled hair. And candy filling sacks clutched in their hands. Of the sweets, they are big fans. But I celebrate the holiday differently. This is the part, that people don't like about me. They say to keep away. But every year they come back the same day. They walk the winding road, late at night. Though warned it brings disturbing frights. Curiosity never fails. Soon my court is filled with wails. As the plastic mummy, jumped at them. The witches broom stick then sweeps in. They begin to scream, but then they laugh. They fell into my perfect trap. And something inside them urges them on. Of the obstacle course I make of my lawn. I know they're nearing the end now. During halloween I'm the cats meow. Then I sit on my porch, holding the bowl. Filled with the best candy of all. That's why they travel here every year. the frights they endure on their adventure... It's all for one thing. The delicate sweet, that I hold in my arms. that I give them to keep. And they run away, to the next house. And soon I turn off the scary yard. I retire to my room. I feel an emotion of gloom. I say to myself.... Next year better come soon. HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE! |