The mist encases whilst the nightmare chases...


3. trick-or-treat

The door knocks again,

evoking a sigh,

I put on a smile,

open the door wide,

the children all chorus,


shortly followed by the bustle,

of excited young feet.

Their sugar-fueled brains,

run riot with tales,

of witches making potions,

using puppy dogs tails,

and these tales they amuse me,

for they remind me of home.

the door knocks again

evoking a sigh,

it prickles my nerves,

I'm unaware why.

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