The wind whispers
A wary warning
There was plenty, still
Early this morning

These primal urges
Are hard to fight
An unholy diet
A dark appetite

The pavement scrapes
With scuttling leaves
I’ll pull the drapes
And hope to deceive

The moon suffocates
In ominous clouds
Shut of the lights
Heartbeats too loud

Then the neighbor’s gate creaks
But it’s not the wind
That seeks to feast
On fearing humans

Red brake lights
A car crawls by slow
The shadowy shapes
On my dark doorstep know


That the empty window
Of my house lies
The horrible truth
Hides deep inside

Everything tonight
Could have just been dandy
But now the demons have wrath—
Because I ate all the candy!