Hallow's Eve

Put on your mask,
Grab your cloak.
Tonight, on Hallow's Eve,
We gather in smoke.

The children walk by,
Their laughing carefree.
Little do they know
It's torture to me.

I grasp my knife,
poised at the ready.
I knock on the door,
My gaze cold and steady.

"Trick or treat,"
I tell the poor bloke at the door.
He did not know
He would answer no more.

I stab with the knife,
As painless as can be.
He slides to the ground,
Eyes wide and empty.

Just one down,
On this cold Hallow's Eve.
Just one soul collected,
As Death takes his leave.