The gathered, outside my house, lingered long,
As if it were Halloween night -
A rogue's gallery of goblins and ghouls,
They were an unwanted sight.
Their faces had a strange semblance of masks,
Looking like twisted versions of me.
Yet, they wished to completely devour my soul,
Piece by piece, by degree.
Drooling, they looked under the mat for a key,
But I...
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