My Candies

The candy's in the dish ready for happy dispersal. Goblins, ghosts and witches, set for play without rehearsal. Clear skies, chilling winds blowing all my candies were easily bestowing but too soon, the pot is smaller growing and my want and need for chocolate is howling. Go way you children of the night there is nothing to give me fright and for my favorite morsels I will strongly fight, and my threats are not trite. I'm holding out now, leave me my special dark delights. turning out the lights these are all that's left on Halloween tonight.