BLAME THE CULPRIT (All Hallow's Eve)
You know magic runs rampant in the depths of the forest
When dusk begins its descent on every All Hallow's Eve,
As the spells come out of books and mothers tell stories,
Of the dastardly deeds those baneful witches always weave.
This is a night of darkness with mysteries unhidden
When the common folk can learn where the evil witches dwell.
Yet at the stroke of midnight good people know for certain
That the demons, loosed from bondage, must all return to Hell
See that darling, costumed, Princess child, holding mommy's hand?
Someone must have cursed her for she's screaming like a banshee.
And daddy's little gentleman who always sports a smile,
Is terrifying all the neighbors with sadistic glee.
But this did not happen in the space of a few hours.
Transformation of these children has been happening all year.
They didn't turn into monsters by the flick of a finger,
It took more than a spell to turn that smile into a sneer.
Parents try to fault the witches, the ghosts, and the goblins
For changes in their children and their ostentatious greed,
But they haven't got a prayer of blaming this on witches ~
The knave's the Candy Monster who comes once a year to Feed.
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