Halloween's Army

Winner of Writer's Cramp 28OCT20

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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