The Night
When you are out at night keep a wary eye on the silver moon.
If there is no moon then you may be doomed.
The shadows twist at a shifty rate before my very eyes.
Slipping in and out at a natural rate hoping to not be seen until the time arrives.
I crept up the many worn out stairs unknown to those who are home.
Out during a certain time of year when vampires and witches, ghouls and goblins rein on this very night.
Here I am in the dark standing on my victim’s doorstep for the time has arrived.
One, two, three, knock and she shall open the doors to either heaven or hell.
With that I said the last words she will hear that mysterious night, “Trick or treat, good night.”
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