A little boy�not ten years old�asked plainly by his mother
�What will you be for Halloween?�a ghost or a vampire?�
�I think� the small boy said, being as serious as he knew
�I think that I�ll dress up in black�as I�ve seen my brother do
�I�ll wear the spikes, the rings, the clothes, and all my friends will laugh
�When they see that I�m a part of what grandpa calls �riffraff��
His mother turned away�her face was very white
And remembered that tragic day, when her boy had lost the light
His world became a dungeon, his soul died with his heart
She cursed herself for what she�d done to play her retched part
His father was an awful man she�d known when she was young;
She could not bear to recall all the nasty things he�d done
She�d hoped that she was rid of him�for herself and her sons
That they might survive in peace and have Hope to subsist on
But, with one child sacrificed, to darkness�deep and black
(She�d surrender her very soul to have her child back)
The little boy, only remembering a happy memory
She�d fight for him, and win him back, this time she�d make him see