Reads his book of Horrors
Finds a place to go
Within the darkest caverns
His feet are shaking so

Sitting in this lonely place
He's feeling every chill
Suddenly he sees a path
He goes there at pure will

Upon the path in darkness
The steps are coming fast
His heart is beating rapidly
Hears voices now, aghast

Monsters catching up to him
They're picking up their pace
He wonders if he'll make it
No sign of human race

Suddenly he feels a tug
He turns around in fear
Little devil with a fork
Pinched him from the rear

He ran as fast as he could go
Afraid of their attack
Trick or Treat they said out loud
No time for looking back.


~ Francine Pucillo ~
ęCopyright September 5, 2002


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