Halloween's Army

Silence on Halloween at first glance,
Costume inspection, the black cats dance,
Monsters with empty treat bags advance.

Horrible fearfulness grows madder,
As if climbing a broken ladder,
"Attack!" commands Halloween's adder.

With costumes and masks straight out of hell,
Innocents covered, coldly compel,
Payment or curse upon where we dwell.

9 Lines

Three Squared Poem=9 syllables by 9 lines.

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