With eyes on stalks which dangle down
to scare the children. Screaming drowns
the cries of anguish leading down
a corridor of madness.
With fetid breath the lingered stench
fills up the nostrils. Horrors wretch
the terror demons t’ward the trench
of minds filled up with sadness.
The dying eyes of children see
the ghosts of present memory
who’s tendrils grace most pleasantly
the key to freedoms gladness.
One night of torture making fun
of ghosts and goblins lives undone
but sanctioned horrors just begun.
The night? Eternal badness
