The Prickly

Halloween has truly came so swift

Everyone wants to have candies, everyone wants a gift

But collecting these things is not what all kiddies do

For only few people has a hint or has a clue

Two brothers namely Wick and Whack

They’ve got an intriguing intention and an enormous sack

The sack is not filled with chocolates or candies

All we know is, they’re the sons of Prickly’s

Every year, kids ask for goodies

Others give bubblegums, lollipops and candies

But when the brothers intently came by

Not a single noise can be heard, not even a child’s cry

The people locked their doors, they hold it quit tight

They’re willing to give it all; they’re willing to give a fight

For once a Prickly enters your home

You’ll never be seen, not even your bones

Scary things happen, the people all say

Never look into their eyes, their eyes of dismay

That maybe the last thing that you’ll ever do

Now hide inside your closet, they maybe after you

Now, what sinister mystery holds a Prickly?

Do they collect bodies and bones yearly?

What are they doing to those who disappear?

Wait, I think I see them... I think they’re near!

Where am I? What’s this? Is this my blood?

Oh please, help me!!! Where are you my God?!

Then I closed my eyes, trembled, because all I can see

One by one, they showed up, the carnivorous Prickly family…