To go out trick or treating,
Knocking on strangers door.
Like collecting creatures,
As they slither across the floor.

My house was built on a gateway,
Although I really shouldn't tell.
I never believed in heaven,
But I know that there's a hell.

They come out Allhallows,
Not born of man or beast.
Gorging on little children,
Coming back when they've
finished with there feast.

That's where I come in,
Born from sporn long ago.
Laying torn and broken debts never paid,
Until a child frightened came to my aid.

While hatred for all I can remember,
Pop's into my very being once again.
Little Tommy Toad stood before me,
As though he had been chained

I don't know why this little scamp
Tried to protect me, Suddenly
Filling me with pride.
They will take all that's good,
Leaving him a empty shell inside.

We merged that day,
As though it was meant to be.
Not understanding what happened,
As the creatures began to flee;
I became him and he became me.

I'm no longer hideous;
But little Tommy Toad.
Creatures beware I'm coming,
And I'm in a killing mode.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-10-09 at 18:58

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