Last Halloween by Walter W. Quinn III

 

 

Do not give me so great a fright,

For I did not know what game you play;

And my heart, stand thus against it might.

 

Do you not stop to be sure I am alright,

Because you move again, do not stay?

Do not give me so great a fright.

 

Little monsters, these around me see not my plight,

Their costumes colorful though my hair grey,

And my heart, stand thus against it might.

 

Larger monsters, who paper fling about the night,

And this long tissue trees and houses they spray,

Do not give me so great a fright.

 

Tiny monsters, in arms of parents quite a sight,

Unamused, pushing away candy bags, they

And my heart, stand thus against it might.

 

And you, my son, there in the street light,

Bless, curse me now with your powers I say,

Do not give me so great a fright,

And my heart, stand thus against it might.