Unnamed Winning Entry

A quiet whisper in the dark,
From an eerie swing in the park,
A luring light in the window,
Or the call from a nearing crow,

I walk the streets at night
with both vigilance and fright,
carefully walking down every turn,
paranoia making my stomach churn,

Because if I stumble, if i fall,
the creatures of Lanturnacht will come to call.
Trick me out of my candy they will,
till I'll have none, none at all.