Night of Vengeance

It's a time to embrace the darkness,

Let in no light;

But alas, only for a night.

Children running, screaming, playing, showing off their costumes,

The demons feed off of their excited and frightened fumes.

For some, Halloween has become more than just saying, "Trick-or-treat,"

Others see it as a time to sink their claws and weapons into some meat.

A night of vengeance,

A night of lust;

This Halloween sure isn't going to be a bust.

You think you know them,

But do you really know the man behind the mask?

Run quickly, you better hurry away, and fast.

A night of vengeance,

A night of doom;

Three troubled teens huddle together in a room.

Not just any room, but one in particular;

One each of them seemed to have a fascination for.

He said that they were only going to play a game,

Sad thing is, after today nobody will even know each other's name.

It could've been fabulous,

Each one of them had a gift…

They all denied it and look where it got them.

One by one they were taken out for not standing up to him.

A night of vengeance,

A night of no light;

This is how you make the perfect night of fright.

Quick, pulls yourself together now, you could be next;

Too bad your cell phone has no service to send a text.

"If you do this, you'll live," he said.

The next group of men didn't listen so they were mangled instead.

There was only one survivor and he was left chained to a bed.

A night of vengeance,

A night of knives;

It has to stop, for he can take only so many lives.

You think you have it all figured out,

In your mind there's not even a doubt.

Knives, razorblades, and scalpels slash,

Perhaps this is the end of this demented blood bath…

Too soon a hidden girl spoke…

The murdered turned to her and wrapped his hands around her throat, beginning to choke.

She thrashed,

He gripped,

With a heavy kick, his hands began to slip.

The girl smiled wickedly for it was the man's turn to take a "trip."

A night of vengeance,

A night of lies;

This man was sure in for a surprise.

The mask hid her face well,

With it on, not a soul could tell;

Picking up a gun she tilted her head as if trying to decide,

One shot was all she needed, executioner before he was even tried.

Setting the gun down, she then picked up some barbwire,

Shrugging, she set it down too, for his screams would surely never tire.

The next object she picked up was a crow bar,

Grinning maniacally she gouged his eyes out and put them into a nearby jar.

She laughed, he heard…

He also knew he wouldn't get in the final word.

Lastly, she picked up a scythe,

And with that, she slit it across his throat, spewing blood, and ending his life.

Closing up the "fun house" the girl smiled under her mask.

Perhaps next year, this would be her task.

A night of vengeance,

A night of joy;

The girl walked out, mask on, twirling her new toy.