The house at the end

Orange yellow brown flakes
Twirl and twitter on the flimsy breeze
The trees shed their coats to bare their bones
As the sky falls to violet pink orange sooner,
The daily rainbow running from the chill to come

Lights come on in the small town suburbs
Stars watch over but they're too far, too far
Foggy smoke pumps across the streets
Carved faces glow and grin on the lawns
And the children marvel at them

There's a bite in the air,
a bite in the candy,
a bite in the corny creatures' voices
and screams followed by laughter begin
The scent of fake blood lingers

Houses of hauntings hook their claws
Into the bodies of young and old alike
Some hold parties, some hold traps
Some hold scantily clad teens,
and some hold all things scary and spooky

All but one house, one house at the end
It clings on its hinges,
the seams break
It creaks and groans underfoot,
the stomachs growl
It screams in protest to those who listen,
the souls hunger

Its windows are pits without end,
and they consume all

Warnings unheeded,
A boy and his friend might explore
People are forgetful, after all
So the house at the end gets its feast
And is satisfied for another while