As you walk along
There's something in the air
That doesn't quite belong
It wasn't there before
And yet it's a presence
You can't ignore.
The small hair(s)
On the back of your neck
All warn you to beware;
For something's Incorrect.
Adrenaline flows
As you move along
Can it be those
Chanting a pagan song?
So you walk on down the path
To the house round the corner
Knock on the door with
Bravado, like any other
And say trick or treat
If you dare.
For the lights are low
And the wind blows cool
And perhaps something's up from the moor.
Only a fool
Would think to pass
This way to the door
By the shaded window glass.
With a side glance
You strive to see where danger lurks.
What may happen, but not by chance
By ghouls dressed in sheet-like shirts and skirts.
It's much scarier than Halloween
When you see the political offering(s) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem