What was the first thing that was scary
Was it something that hunted us big and hairy
Or was it the darkness where we couldn't see
In the dark corners as we went looking for sanctuary
Perhaps it was someone who was bigger in the scheme
And so menaced us in an attack that we had seen
Then there was the whole question of religious things
That set the devil up as a nemesis as terror brings
And then all souls would once a year roam the earth
When little people in costumes would increase their mirth
On Halloween night the 31st of October walking around
Trick or treating collecting candy door to door in town.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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