A Year of Poems – Day 347

Back in the days when “Trick or Treat”
contained a cruel malicious threat,
when spirits slunk beneath your feet
in the form of a household pet,
the world was dark and filled with noise
and perhaps evil did walk the streets;
we laugh it off as an ancient toy
used to make the darkness cease,
but something makes our hearts beat now
as the basement door swings shut.
The swinging bulb flickers slow
the heart mimics till the light cuts.
Bulb and heart imagine what fills
the space, both from within and out,
in a world where evil still kills
The magical exchanged for the mechanized.

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