Dark of the Moon

Dark of the moon, cold and drear,

A ghastly shadow slithers near;

Dimly seen in the murky light,

A creature of foreboding night.

Ghost or goblin? Something worse,

Conjured from an ancient curse

Whispered in deep, stygian gloom;

Its awful presence chills the room.

Smoldering eyes and gleaming fangs,

My breath constricts with fearful pangs;

It hunches before me on cloven feet,

And gleefully demands, “Trick or Treat!”

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