A little lick, a tasty treat
A billowed stance, awakened beat!
The time has come for release;
October, it is in the air.
The crisp intake of scented breath,
a hallowed grave now unrest,
to all the devils that nest in flesh:
I say to you, October is in the air.
Dance young beasts, in empty streets
Claw the door, make metal twist and creek!
Fade away upon the swiftest feet,
Rejoice, for October is in the air!
Farmer man, who cuts the land,
fills the barn with crops by hand,
to all the migrants who lazily stand,
Be swift, October is coming near!
The light fades from the face of Day,
the world of night enshrouds the bay,
to all the priests who kneel and pray,
I say to you, October is in the air.
For all the lovers between the sheets,
beware the peddlers, muggers, thiefs;
their time approaches, death and deceit.
The way it's always supposed to be.
This is what is meant by 'Trick or Treat',
Again I cry, beware!
For winter; it will be coming soon.
