It’s a stormy Hallow’s Eve Children are already roaming the streets From princess’s to gremlins, all here to see There is one thing quite unsettling A man under an umbrella staring right at me Seems his soul left his eyes, Skin to match the moon at night But with him flies a big blue butterfly Wings so bright they could be a star dancing in the sky He didn’t speak a word Just sat and observed My stomach began to whirl I nod my head Then hurried onto the next curb Chills on my back and chills to my toes All I could think “He had a hollow pit for a nose” Absurd! My thinking seems to be demented, maybe disturbed Imagination gets the best of me But that presences was cold A man with energy like a ghost