What words could I now place just so
keeping with the hallowed eve of flow
to stir the demons that dwell within.
"Surface, beasts, it's time for sin."

Would that hell did open upon the earth
bringing ghosts, demons, ghouls and worse
spat forth from fiery pit of doom
now walk the streets in utter gloom.

Minions, from small to beyond belief
it seems from the pit, have been released
knocking on doors, or ringing the bell
begging for treats to take back into hell.

Now that is a story of black humor this once
as we come ever close to the end of the month
when the children dressed up with their ghoulish appeal
will come begging for candy, you know that they will
and I'll hand it out gladly, and miss the old days
when to go trick or treating was considered quite safe.