Halloween Poem by Mary Champion

It's when the dead demand respect.
This is the night you can expect
the ghouls and ghosts to gather -
behold their deathly pallor.

See skeletons that walk among
the tricking, treating, laughing throng -
some are kids in fancy dress,
some are not but you won't guess

who'll take a candy from your bowl
and who'll extract your mortal soul.
See the green faced hag with broom -
you'd be foolish to assume

It's that cute kid from 32
whose Mum has got the hots for you.
She could be a death eater
and, if you go to greet her,

she'll take possession of your mind
and when you wake at dawn, you'll find
you are under her control
programmed to perform one role -

to slaughter half the neighbourhood
to satisfy her taste for blood.
Trick or treat on Hallowe'en
danger is abroad - unseen.

There's innocence - but evil too
and its next victim could be you.
Stay indoors, but even there,
demons skulk beneath the stair.

So cling on to that crucifix
though it protects you from the tricks,
all the treats you have to shun -
God don't like you having fun.