A witch came knocking at my door

A monster prowled around

And thru my letter box I heard

An eerie, ghostly sound


The faces in the moonlight

Were straight from horror tv

And all of these monstrosities

Were looking out for me


They looked thru my letter box

They hammered on the door

They peaked thru the windows

Just like the crowd before


But my doors were locked and bolted

My house in darkness lay

As I hid in darkened corners

Waiting for the day


No more apple bobbing

Or turnip lanterns made by hand

But trick or treat and pumpkins

Imported from another land.  


Every year it happens

I hide until they’ve been

I hate this night in autumn

The night called



Georgina Smith

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