Trick or treat! The Shadow's near;
the full moon wanes and mothers fear,
for now's when spooks and spectres play,
and Midnight tricks can rule the day.

Trick or treat! The dark'ning hour
brings on a growing Shadow power.
It stalks the night, it quenches Light
and withers any day-born flower.

Trick or treat! Will you be there
when Midnight's toll rings through the air?
The heart will quake as midnight breaks
and terror rides his darkling mare.

Trick's the treat -- I'll stand my ground
and by His Majesty be found;
as it grows late we'll feast in state
while restless wraiths dance all around.

Trick nor treat -- The Shadow goes;
the dawn creeps in, a rooster crows,
and Shadow whispers in my ear:
My child, I'll come again next year.

Author Bio

Crystal Calhoun is, among other troublesome things, both an unknown and a dreamer-philosopher. Presently she is a student at the University of South Florida, and pondering several properly useless majors.

It seems to be in her blood to harbor inescapable hopes, generally of finally stumbling across a companion who will give her the choice of being rescued, or of rescuing herself, but who will see her rescued no matter what. Most of all, she defies being defined in a single paragraph -- or indeed a single lifetime -- for always in motion is her future!

Other poems by Crystal
Dream Eternity
He Swears

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