ONE A.M.

When they come they come in force, from somewhere,

From everywhere they surround and take whatever is found.

These things that they are never do you want to meet,

Their hearts are of black, you are nothing more to them 

Then can be used.

There is no mercy shown when they lay their claws upon you,

Lock your doors, you already know that every year at one A.M.

On Halloween, it is them who come from some place of mystery.

Horrible to you but to them a feast on this night after the

Midnight hour,

Hide as you do where they can not see as they will not search for you.

For the foolish, the ones who don’t believe or don’t think it will

Happen again,

At one A.M.  if you are within sight then on this night you will

Have no more life.

Keith Garrett