31st October

In the darkness,
an abandon mansion
on the top of a hill
The eyes that glows,
watches every child's move

From door to door,
they collected their treats
His breath condenses
on the window pane
His black hair covered
his pale-white face

The house was so cold
that no one can
inhabit the place
Long, sharp nails scratches
down on the window pane

Counting the number
of children on the street,
he laughed to himself

The clouds slowly moved
away from the full moon
It was time!
The time to feast
on the innocence...


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