ALL HALLOWS EVE

 

I hide behind the sofa quivering in fear

Now the witching hour is near

The curtains are drawn tight

And I’ve turned off the lights

The TV volume is way down low

I sit and cower in its feeble glow

Then comes the knock upon the door

And I curl up quivering on the floor

My heart is pounding my breath is shallow

My mouth is dry it’s hard to swallow

On all hallows eve I live in mortal dread

But not of monsters or the un-dead

The fear that turns my heart to stone

Is Trick or Treaters knowing I’m home