"Trick" or "Treat"!? Don't be afraid!---Boo!

 

Gramps & the Kid

 

Ghosts! Goblins! Wild Ghouls run rampant Halloween night

Escort-Gramps leads little Jimmy through a perilous fright

 

To innocent eyes yellow full moon highlights skeleton trees

A young girl’s forlorn scream causes hot, red blood to freeze

 

Hand-in-hand secure against evil demons the pair advance

Dare step upon yon porch to beg a charity-candy chance?

 

With trepidation-fear creaks wide the door cavernous dark-black

A wrinkled witchlike bony hand deposits goodies in his held sack

 

A shy-smile parts his lips, “Gee! That wasn’t just too bad!”

Eager, now, to advance, catch up with other lasses and lads

 

Braver still with each passing “Trick or treat!” easy-conquest

His “Sweetness-bag” filling fast, “Wow! This is the very best!”

 

“Why did I fear the night? Must have entertained ‘Insane!’”

Nothing at all to scare; old Gramps carries his stout cane

 

And, really! Those evil spirit-demon-wraiths myriad abound

Just kiddos masquerading-fun for sweet-candy treats around

 

Uh, oh! Fanged-Dracula slurped blood from monster Frankenstein

Thought I saw a wicked witch broom-ride tease a wolf-man kind

 

Just when it all seemed going good mean clouds shrouded yon bright moon

Now, candy-treats taste not so sweet! Was that noise made by an evil goon?

 

Settle down! It’s all just some silly game! I hope! I pray!

Something grabbed my pants leg! “Devil! Let go!” I say

 

I truly want to run and flee but my lazy legs refuse to cooperate

“Please! Dear God! Forgive all my sins! Surely I’m not too late?”

 

Embarrassed that my partner seems fine, collected, calm, quite cool

If I stop shaking, perhaps, he’ll not think me be such a chicken-fool

 

Always ever-patient, loving, he looks at me; my champion of all champs

“It’s alright! Nothing to fear! Don’t be afraid! I will protect you, Gramps!”