Let the Jack O’Lanterns
light the way
as you skip past me
on Hallows Eve.
I lurk in shadows
underneath the porch
or bridge
or bed.
As your bag of candy rustles,
as you trade your favorite sweets,
remember me
or don’t forget
as I sneak into your
closet.
After a long night of trick-or-treating
you’re safe inside your bed.
With visions of chocolate and gummies
dancing in your head.
And as you fall asleep,
safe from witch or ghoul or ghost
the monster with you in the darkness
is the one you fear the most.
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