Halloween Poem # 26..Death Goes A-Creeping

Up the alleyways creeps Death Hoping to take your last breath Darkly cloaked and demon-eyed You had better run and hide Searching high and searching low Death shall strike the final blow In every dark corner he looks All the crannies,all the nooks If he finds you you're all done There'll be no place left to run So on Halloween be extra fast Or else that night might be your last!