Halloween Apocalypse (GoB #3)

*a sonnet ode, in iambic pentameter

All Hallow's Eve was when his reign began;

nefarious, his minions went to work.

While watching as they carried out his plan

The Apple King, with wicked glee did smirk.

Within each child's sack of tasty sweets

they placed a tainted apple on a stick,

in caramel, it looked like such a treat

they had no clue it hid an evil trick.

For everyone who took the smallest bite

would fall with haste under his firm control;

he bid them to wreak havoc with delight,

the world, in bloodshed, paid a heavy toll.

All Saint's Day then became a living hell,

as one by one they fell under his spell.

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