Ghoulish Trick Poem by Michelle Claus

'Twas eerie dark one hallows eve,
a night that giveth cause to grieve,
when from whist and windless black
a ghastly ghoul my soul did hack.

He rapt at my door with gnarled knuckles.
Maniacally he issued chuckles
more akin to devil's laughter.
You cannot fathom what came after....

With blustering breath he downed the door.
Death, thought I, hath much in store.
My goblin guest wasted no time;
he hastened to commit his crime.

Spiteful spirit of Halloween
turned to ghost his hostess mean.
Tricked was I by fatal feats
because I did not give him treats.

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