Trick or Treat?

A Halloween poem


How I'd love to run with the ghosts tonight, but those days are far behind me

Frightful decor on every door; how this atmosphere does remind me

Of rainy nights and pillow fights as the sun clocks out for the evening

And as the sky turns violet, the day seems violent by the sound of children shrieking

Everyone has changed, faces are strange but somehow still sound familiar

Except those with intentions of soaking ur britches they of course sound peculiar

Halloween is in session as pumpkins show expression illuminating welcoming homes

Skeletons and scarecrows, witches and werewolves, stand in for garden gnomes

The ones that run make simple demands that homeowners are expected to meet

Give me some goods and I promise to be good, simply stated "trick or treat"

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