The horrors of that night live on in distance memories
The sound of scattered screams, screams of horror, screams of pain
The cracking of their bodies, Now divided into two and devoured like a delicious evening stew
As the crumbs fall to the floor going every which way.
Mother's hold their children close and tell them quietly to pray
The tatters of clothes lay a stream
Suddenly an erie silence fills the scene
The battle is over but no victories are shared
The only sign of movement is an ever vacant stare
The tradey is over and the damage has been done I stand beside the remaining few
Our war has just begun
YOU ARE READING
Night Of The Living Nougat
PoetryI found this post a long time ago and have always wanted to try it. It's a writing prompt where you write about Halloween from the prespective of a piece of candy. Enjoy! 🍫🎃 👻
