Costume

Everything is quiet

In the dark of a lit room.

Howling silence awakened

by the gloom of a crow's muffled caw

Floorboards underfoot creaking

as the intensity is peaking

A door opening to greet

The dark that lays just beyond.

Once more, Halloween Night

filled with fright and amusement.

I walk among them

Masked and hidden well.

For my grip on my knife

And my long collected strife;

Among the others?

No one can tell.

I locate my prey

In his own small mask

I delay

But he'll be dead

Before midnight's last bell.