But oh well. Outside I look and inside I feel it.
The cool autumn air’s elements come out.
Yes, ‘tis the afternoon of Halloween.
The sun is setting, the night has begun.
I am not tick-or-treating. Not this year.
I cannot be seen. I cannot be near.
I cannot go out in seek of the blood.
I crave every year. Oh, bittersweet blood.
The year is not for my ravenous taste.
This night they are searching, so I must wait.
I shall strike another night. Not tonight.
Although, I do crave that look of sheer freight.
No. I mustn’t. Tonight is not the night.
The villagers are searching. Not tonight.
But it’s all so tempting, the soppy red blood.
Perhaps a bite might not be that bad.
Yes, tonight is Halloween. I will go.
Who really cares if mother has really said no.
Happy Halloween, you’re in for a fright.
I put on my cloak turning off the light.
If they cannot run fast enough, so what?
Being a blood sucker is not my fault.
Yes, tonight is Halloween.
Sun has set, night has begun.
