The Blackland Tards

The sly full old wigget rageful and warned Of any child on Halloween day born Forlorn tis told of these blackland tards The evil eye each blackish child thus born Beware-beware-the blackland tards How these but look upon a child’s innocence face Besieged to become impaled as stone-frozen in place Yet the haggard old wigget is credence for our dismay Thus before dark can children safely play Beware-beware-the blackland tards For the blackland tards are hungry you see We who are the prey must the darkness flee Flee the shadows of questionable clandestinity Safe in thy bed-covers above one’s head-thou art privy Beware-beware-the blackland tards But at last take care-venture ye nay from thy light For seizing the curious they will give thee deathful fright Doth the blackland tards doth lerk in wait A dredful death and a meal you make Beware-beware- the blackland tards Mark A. Goodson written for the Halloween contest September 28, 2012