Beasts of Hallow's Eve

Orange faces grow out the ground

leering.

Eyes carved into sheets of white

watching.

Creatures of the night run through streets,

onto homes, into homes.

Trick or treat they screech.

Trick or treat they hiss.

TRICK OR TREAT they roar!

Appease the beasts of night

sweets of all kinds.

Luscious, sweet

bitter, or sour,

any will do.

Their hunger must be satisfied.

They run,

hunger unquenchable.

Bags full of your offerings.

Why don't they eat there?

Their masters await, calling them back

before the true darkness takes hold.

Their masters sift through our offerings,

making sure the beasts are satisfied, but not gluttons.

The hunger is quenched.

Curtains open, and people peek out once more.

The orange faces go away.

The white sheets are destroyed, blinded.

And the beasts are banished for another year.