The Haunting Night Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Time for spooks and goblins at my door
Ugly things I remember from before.
Howling and screeching; an awful fright
As they descend upon me this haunting night.

In hordes they purpose with mad intent
To rob me of my quiet content.
They taunt and scare me, stomping their feet,
Delighted in their screams of 'Trick or Treat! '

Who are these creatures gathering in the night
Do they not know they are a gruesome sight?
Have they no pity; have they no shame
Or is this somehow the plan, a little game

So I will light the candles, and give them my sweets
Laugh at their costumes, and hand out the treats?
Such is the Halloween ritual from year to year;
They only come for the goodies and then disappear.