| On a windless chilly night When the sun's glow has faded Little monsters come out to play Rustling up the yellow and brown leaves That rained down from the trees Who have long since drifted to sleep As they run about Casting a shadow from a flicking street light The form is warped Its bare branches stretch out into the dark sky They become arms on the silhouette Hands that burst out from a shadowy world A raven lands on a hand Gazing out over the street filled with ghouls Their chatter breaking through the silentness Orange faces with wicked firely grins and eyes Radiant light for the darkened porches Awaiting the night's visters Three goblins slowly climb the stairs The door bell rings and is soon answered With a smile the creatures shout, "TRICK OR TREAT!" |