for now it shall be dark when
the children take the streets and
scaring, defiling, smashing, tricks with
all the costumes lurking and
all the face paint
melting into
one gigantic puddle of
halloweens lost beauty for
the beauty of the black cat
and the mystery of the moon and
the spiders sneaky bite
have been
replaced with
a long wet kiss of
someone you can live without
awesome poem did u write it?