Little children dancing along,
Their parents and siblings follow.

Up to a house where plays a song,
They chant for sugar to swallow.

Out comes a woman bowl in hand,
Tonge in check they seem so meek.

Once a'pleased they pass the land,
And in whispers they speak.

Unbeknownst to those who talk,
About horrors that do not exist.

A child is watching them all walk,
Who's breathless creates no mist.

For they don't see nor believe,
That ghosts do live among them.

Nor the ones born to the grave,
Of whom they clam cataclysm.

So weary are the two fanged body,
That you be under our protection.

And I stand a'watching my prey,
Just to see their human reaction...

For if just one small human child,
Saw my face in glass's reflection.

The poor child will suffer as I had,
And hint them of our presence...

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Happy Halloween peeps and croonies!

~BE