Halloween Poem by Tina Sena

Night heat,
Quiet street,
Death is
Round
the bend.
Dressed
in black,
Don't look
back...
he can sense
the
end.
A left on
the Ave,
where you
pull
down
Your mask,
and knock
on a
neighbors
door...
the door creaks
a cat shrieks,
sprawled out
on the floor.
'Come in child.'
The voice is mild,
but old people
you can't trust.
They're skeletal
and sceptical and
nothing more
than
dust...
especially today,
while the crooked
trees sway...
so leave
quick,
forget to
trick and
stay out
of the reapers
way.
But you don't
believe,
want some
reprieve?
It's easier said
then done.
For some it's
a day to
send the devil
away and
for the rest it's
nothing
but
fun.
But still you
wonder,
through the
roar of thunder,
just when did it
all
come about.
Do the dead
really rise,
and stake out
the skies?
Is heaven
in the middle
of a drought?
I can't say,
but stay out of
the way...
because regardless
they're
all coming
out.
And when
they do,
you'll see it's
true-
the crazy things
people write.
Especially the
thing, from
Stephen King,
that only stalks
at night.
Bradbury'll say
their coming
this way,
'cause something
wicked comes.'
In the dark,
beneath a rock...
your heart'll beat
like drums.
but do not fear
a day in a year,
that comes in a
24 hr. span.
Just be thankful
for,
the candy you
score,
and shake
the
red
right
hand.