
Originally Posted by
Mystery Poet no. 2
Old Hallow Eve
As the day goes by, children giggle,
There eyes light up like the jack o latern
To see the smile they have every year, tis a treat
without the trick.
As the dawn grows near, the sky turns dark,
the tricks soon appear, masks, glow in the dark knives, fake blood.
You hear a knock, then a "Trick or treat" as you answer.
Fake blood drips down your door, you hear the sounds of screams, near and far, money, candy or something more?
Old Hallows Eve grows to a end, children count the money they earned, and eating. Parents grow tired.
As the last childs head touches the Pillow, he falls asleep, and no more Old Hallow Eve.