Run
all is well
cause all discreet
my candy drops at my feet
no time to pick up
the time is for running
a scream escapes my soul
my feet tremble with exitement
my hands shake with fear but I must hurry
for the goblins are coming near
they will bring no mercy
beat me up then take off
the lord I hope is with me
and they will not take another child
Copyright © Zoe Isaacson | Year Posted 2013
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