Tom Fleece Poet Rhyme

MYTHICAL PARANOIA

ALL ALONE AM I ON THIS MYTHICAL EVE
ALL ALONE WITH MY MIND
AND THE THOUGHTS I CONCEIVE
ALL ALONE WITH THE SHADOWS
THAT DANCE ON THE FLOOR
AND THE RAVEN THAT STARES
FROM THE TOP OF MY DOOR

GOBLINS AND DEMONS ARE IN MY HALL
AND GHOSTS OF THE PAST ARE ON MY WALL
THE STORM OUTSIDE THROWS FLASHES OF LIGHT
THAT SHOWS ALL THE MONSTERS THAT WALK IN THE NIGHT

AND NOW A SUDDEN KNOCK ON MY DOOR
JUST LOUD ENOUGH SO AS NOT TO IGNORE
MAYBE A DEMON OR WITCH WANTS IN
OR MAYBE A MAN WITH A WICKED GRIN

THROUGH THE SHADOWS I CREEP
TOWARDS THE EBONY DOOR
THROUGH THE PEEP HOLE I PEEP
BUT THERE’S NOT TO EXPLORE

AND THEN FROM THE DARK
COMES A SHADOWY FACE
WITH A HAT ON ITS HEAD
AND A COLLAR OF LACE

NO MORE THEN MAYBE THREE FEET TALL
WITH A CAPE OF CRIMSON
AND A PURPLE SHAWL
IT SPOKE WITH A HIGH AND SQUEAKY SOUND
THE WORDS WERE SIMPLE AND NOT TO PROFOUND

TRICK OR TREAT IT SAID
THAT I HEARD WITH MY EARS
BUT YET THE SMALL FORM
DID NOT LOSE MY FEARS

AND THEN FROM BEHIND IT 
THERE CAME SEVERAL MORE
I COUNTED THREE
WHICH NOW MADE THEM FOUR

MY HEAD SHOOK WITH FEAR
AS NOW THEY WALKED NEAR
WITH THE BAGS IN THEIR HANDS
AND NEFARIOUS PLANS

THEY MIGHT TAKE MY HEAD
WELL AFTER I’M DEAD
OR ENTER MY HOUSE
LIKE A STEALTHY YOUNG MOUSE

THEN CAME A CHORUS OF REPEATED SOUND
TRICK OR TREAT, TRICK OR TREAT
AS THEY DANCED ON THE GROUND

IS IT HALLOWEEN?
I SAID WITH A TREMBLE
YOU'RE NOT MONSTERS OR GOBLINS
ALL HERE TO ASSEMBLE?

YOU WON’T BREAK MY BONES
OR DRINK ALL MY BLOOD?
YOU WON’T SLAM ME DOWN
WITH A MIGHTY LOUD THUD?

TRICK OR TREAT, TRICK OR TREAT
THEY SAID ONCE AGAIN
JUST GIVE US THE GOODS
AND WE’LL MAKE YOU OUR FRIEND

I PULLED FROM MY POCKET 
FOUR ONE DOLLAR BILLS
THAT’S ALL I HAVE
I SAID THROUGH MY CHILLS

NO CANDY HAVE I
OR SWEET THINGS TO EAT
JUST POTATO’S AND CORN AND
TWO DAY OLD MEAT
BUT SOME MONEY I GIVE
IF YOU’LL JUST LET ME LIVE

WE’RE JUST KIDS THEY SAID
AS THEIR LAUGHTER WAS CLEAR
WE WON’T HURT A SOUL
OR CAUSE THEM MORE FEAR

THANK YOU SIR
FOR THE ONE DOLLAR BILL
NOW WE’LL BE GONE
AS THEY RAN DOWN THE HILL

 INTO MY HOUSE
I TURNED WITH CONFUSION
KNOWING NOW THAT ALL
WAS ILLUSION

A DEEP BREATH I TOOK
AS I CLOSED THE DOOR
THE DRUGS THAT I TOOK
WELL………NEVERMORE

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