What’s that creeping, sneaking,
Through the grove of angry trees?
The taint of evil visions,
Painting shadows on the breeze…
Who’s that just outside your door,
Whose heavy breath is heaved?
The draught of death clouding upon,
The windows in the eaves…
Where then will you go, run,
When it smashes down your door?
Then sheds you of your skin,
And drags it ’cross the splintered floor?
From whose cradles, wombs,
Will this slavering ghoul feed?
The little children screaming,
As it shreds them in their sheets?
What’s that tapping, scratching,
At the windows late at night?
Tis not the frightened branches,
Seeking safety in the light…
Happy Halloween of 2013!
Trolls. Eager to eat children and adults alike…