WHERE DID ALL THE PEOPLE GO?

Arrived in town on a cool, crisp Autumn day,

A man dressed as a man should, yet not a man.

Why was he here? No one would at this moment know as he smiled,

A face like all others, underneath something more.

If he chose your door, then his appearance would show much more,

As a man dressed so well, this demon from some sort of hell.

This time of year he feeds on the mortal being,

He might take you away to his land of fear.

Where did all the people go, now you know,

One by one they disappeared, one way or another on a cool,

Crisp Autumn day, they felt the fear.

               Keith Garrett