Ancient Hunter at Halloween

Creep through the night,
remembering ages long past.

You wear the clothes of the
time of your birth,
the one night a year you can
without suspicion,
and Hunt.

Not the cute one,
ones that smile and sparkle.

You are deadly, the one that kills
children and parents alike.

And you will kill,
only the dawn to stop you.

Satiate your hunger,
stem the flow of the
watered-down lies,
and drink.

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February 2012 Issue: Youthink Magazine