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"Trick or treat"
the children cry
Beneath October's
autumn sky.
Dressed as imps,
as elves and ghosts
"We're really
scary" each child boasts.
In darkened
shadows 'he' awaits
Beside the local
graveyard gates -
The Reaper stands
in gown of black
To grab his prize
before going back -
Back where Hell's
fire burns so bright
On this chilly
Hallow'een night!
Pumpkin lanterns
light each door
As they've done
each year before.
Black cats howling
at the moon
As witches fly
past on their broom!
Yet "Trick or
treat" those children cry
Their need for
treats to satisfy!
And still he
stands, he stands and waits
Just outside those
graveyard gates.
Then he spies him
all alone
A little child
just skin and bone!
"He'll have to do"
the Reaper sighs
"His blood runs
warm so he qualifies!"
From the darkness
he steps out
He tells the boy
"No need to shout,
Just come with me
- your time is through -
Just follow me is
all you do!"
This tiny child he
hesitates,
He turned towards
those graveyard gates.
"I cannot go with
you I fear,
Another force it
holds me here!
Begone with you
old man in black!
Begone I say and
don't come back!"
Aghast, the Reaper
turned and fled,
Home he fled and
straight to bed!
He hoped indeed
no-one would know
How a child defied
him so!!
The child of
course thought "What a cheat
To try to rob me
of tonight's trick or treat!"
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