Moonlit Protectors

The Night He Came Home: A Halloween Poem

The pumpkin grins, a silent threat,

On porches lit by flickering sweat.

October's chill creeps down the spine,

A whisper of evil, a portent of time.

Haddonfield slumbers, a facade so thin,

Beneath the surface, a darkness within.

Laurie Strode shivers, a memory's sting,

Of a night long gone, when a white mask did cling.

Michael Myers, a name etched in fear,

A boy with blank eyes, a soul so unclear.

Knife in his hand, a silent ballet,

Stalking the streets, on All Hallows' Day.

Jamie Lee screams, a desperate plea,

As shadows lengthen, and danger runs free.

Friends become victims, one by one slain,

The Shape's cold fury, a relentless rain.

Dr. Loomis cautions, a voice of despair,

"The evil is pure, it cannot be cured, there's no care!"

But Laurie fights back, with courage untold,

Protecting her loved ones, from the horror of old.

Through houses he stalks, a phantom so white,

Leaving a trail of bodies, extinguished by night.

The hedges whisper, secrets they keep,

Of the boogeyman's hunger, forever too deep.

The mask, a symbol, a chilling disguise,

Hiding the monster behind empty eyes.

Is he man or demon, a question that lingers,

But tonight in Haddonfield, terror's dark finger.

Will Laurie survive, will evil be quelled?

Or will Michael's blade, leave stories to be yelled?

On Halloween's night, under the pale moon's glow,

The battle for Haddonfield's soul, in shadows will flow.