Meeting Myself, a Halloween Poem

While scouring the aisles for a costume that would fright,
I came across a horror and squealed with delight.

Something so magical it called out my name,
I knew I had to have it, so fast did I claim.

While putting it on I felt such a glee,
I ran out the house screaming like a banshee.

Knocking on doors and gathering my treats,
nothing moved faster that the soles of my feet.

Knocking at the last home something didn't feel right,
the door flung itself open and showed its white light.

The woman was old and covered with warts,
the dog was bearing his teeth and boy did he snort.

It felt like i was looking in a mirror, my reflection I did see,
I turned to run away, but I could not flee.

It was myself I was glaring at, wrinkled and old.
My future shown to me, so alone and so cold.

She told me that she was once like me, young and full of vigor,
but unkindness had changed her, my eyes grew ever so bigger.

I turned and ran home as fast as I could,
knowing I had to change, and I knew that I would.

So if you get your jollies from causing a fright,
just remember it may be you at the next door,
on a foggy Halloween night.