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Trick or Treat
A Short Story Poem
“Vampires, werewolves, zombies, and ghouls:
Welcome to the night!”
The thick man said, while tipping his dusty top hat —
to the gathered undead —
perched on his shoulder, a bat.
From the doorsteps of his mansion, he said,
“Through the cast iron gates
a new path awaits,
to a place where you can roam free.
So, come right this way.
Come, follow me — and
breathe in the dead, sodden air.
You don’t want to walk?
There is a carriage right there,
but I’m not rushed. I can wait.
Pay no mind to those humans.
You’ll have plenty to eat.
Where we’re going’s no trick, there will be only treats.
These undignified humans
dress up to scream.
All Hallow’s Eve, to them, is Halloween.
It’s parties and candy and chocolate and gum,
but their costumes, tonight,
are only for fun.
