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.
Three Squared Poem=9 syllables by 9 lines.