Hallows Evening

Hallows Evening is almost upon us dear children,
gather round and sit comfortable, are you scared?
"No, good sir" one replies, with fear either hidden or barren
You should be, say I, for here children are not even spared.

One shuffled, scraping the sapped crimson carpet,
others just gazed in fated anticipation and one picked his nose,
Oblivious the young mind is, yet not even I know the tall truth of it
so I lit another cigar, and then only did i proceed to disclose:

Hallows Evening, once not a petty dizzard's delight
was once long ago a time when the moon loons roamed
a night quite as black and as cold and as grim as tonight
where the dead arose; the Tiber, blood-red foamed

and dear children, petit little delicate flowers you are,
all the horrors in all the universe and beyond
did rise, and by this truth I do swear -
the damned devil does break his hell bond

The moon awakens from eternal sleep
those whom crawl and fly and moan and creak -
but wait! Dear children, do you hear the creaking?
for if my ears are not askew, we will soon be weeping;

The flitting of the floorboards and fallen feet
do devils down damp and dingy stairs?
or is this just a trick and bittersweet treat?
for I see that you are all just fear and neck hairs

Suddenly, a sharp smash;
the window has by wind been smashed?
all faces to the dark corner, quick as a lash
to see the emerging ecstatic eyes of a young lass.

Like gangrene, grins are infectious
like poison in pumpkin punch
used in drips and dabs and not to excess
like lettuce in a chicken salad lunch

I climb over a carpet of corpses,
drop my cigar to set the evidence alight,
for now their lives are forfeit
and now I bid you goodnight.