Guarding the Porch

"Boys, girls! Trick or treat.
Taffy tastes like cannibal meat!"
Grinning orange fangs.

Jack-O-Lantern sings:
"Pumpkin Man's my blood-moon name,
pale seeds, rotting brain."

Decapitated,
harvest-storm, milk-fed stranger;
decaying night-guard.

"Slip you hand inside,
cold innards squish, slick and sly
like a fawn's liver."

Jagged candle eyes.
Green phantasmagoria
carved on Satan's farm.