Halloween Night

The clown with red lined eyes stares at me at night,
From the gravelly beaten road near a lamppost light.
I reason to myself that such a thing cannot be real,
All in vain as I imagine how it would feel.
How a neck can be sliced with comical delight,
As he grins and wipes the blood off of his knife.

I shudder, for my room is up high where the light I can see,
The eyes and the grin and the hands that would kill me.
He would walk to my house humming a circus tune,
His figure, his shadow, coming to my house soon.
I imagine him walking across the street,
The feeling of my heart, trembling with each beat.

Waiting with ridiculous patience as my time seems to draw near,
Silence is broken to the sound which I fear.
The ordinary sound that I wish I heard no more:
The sound of something opening my bedroom door.
My eyes clenched shut because they did not want to see,
That hell’s very agent came looking for me.

I opened my eyes and saw the figure walking into the room,
His steps so silent and quiet that I know I will be dead soon.
However the instrument of my demise was not what I thought it would be
That last mercy of a quick death was robbed from me.
For his hands held a club, an axe or a saw that thudded on the floor,
As he turned the knob to close my bedroom door.

He smiled at me and he turned off the lights,
As I saw what scared me this night of all nights.
The clown demon incarnate revealing a knife between his teeth,
His back covered in blood screaming “Trick or Treat!”
I scream and he laughs as he comes closer with each step,
The hands coming ever closer to my neck.
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Halloween is when our demons and our fears come out to play
The killers and the murderers that hide in the day.
They come out this October night prowling the streets,
Visiting each house for a trick or a treat...