Offices and private homes had
amply been supplied—there were
enticing holiday goodies for all,
most difficult to deny.
Orange-colored, carved faces
were seen in most places, and
grocery stores on every corner
stocked sweet treats by the cases.
In addition, popular decor included
glowing, stringy spider webs and witches
with pointy black hats. They stirred
pot-bellied recipes of great flying bats.
With their painted on toothless smiles,
one could tell they knew—
which black-magic worked best for
which evil brew.
These yearly rituals—familiar to most,
and considered to be
all in fun, now spawn only
melancholy thoughts of you.
For it was around this time last year
that evil was allowed to be unleashed to
release a murderous demon of death and
despair. Regretfully, once its assignment
had been completed you disappeared
into thin air.
Now shall I forever hate to see
bright, orange-colored carved faces,
and the once-a-year
commonly displayed chocolatey,
sweet, treat-filled cases