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This is  my first work  of  poetry (Halloween Inspired). Rate it

With some tales lost, some forgot, and some we cannot weild There is a tale of tragedy in the town of Haddonfield.The girl of innocense, youth, and grace,..a person like you or meShe could not know to prepare, for what only death can see.Her sibbling brother, a killer in youth waiting patiently inside his soulUntil that night on Halloween, he escaped into the thro.What he wanted, no one knew until that fatal night,when a doctor lost a patient and began his tired plightAs hours passed and minutes lingered, and day turned into gloomA babysitter with kids by side, would learn of death and doom.One by one her friends so close, met death in person that nightBut she would not so easily die, she dealt an admirable fight.While outside fate and outside terror the doctor continued his questHe enlisted the help of what he could, when he called upon Haddonfeilds best.Her freinds, her connections, and escape routes out were widdled down to none,When she met the man who was not merciful enough to simply use a gun.His faced concealed by a mask, which was the portrait of dispairAnd she cryed out in desperate plea, but she new he did not care.On the streets of tricks or treats, were police cars tracking downwhat could not be tracked, and if he were, what know one would want to have found.She sensed a clearing, and into the night, she set the chilren freeto call for the police and pray to god, that close by they would be.The confrontation of sister and brother took place inside halls and wallswhere only she could save herself because no one heard her calls.A desperate attempt to run and hide when in the closet the clammered.She cried, seeing her life before her eyes, as the boogey man hammered and hammered.A faint attempt with an simple hanger, sent the pale face to the groundwhile outside, the doctor close by, was still just looking around.Her whimpers and cries and false relief were crudely cut in halfwhen indominabe death caught hold her neck, and began to incur his wrath.Hearing the screams from up above and children running from the housethe doctor rushed so quickly, to end this cat and mouse.She knew too well her time had come, that doom would reach its task,but not before in final act, she took off his pale white mask.Like relief on hand where none could be found, the doctor took the floorHe shot the boogy man six times in the chest, till the terror was no more.In disbelief that she still lived, and beyond her teary buzzShe asked if it was the boogey man, and the doctor said it was.The doctor stepped outside on balcony as his heart rate started back downWhen it started up again as he realized, the killer was no where to be found.After the night had come to its dreary end and all the webs were spun, tired and exhausted the doctor and the girl found, .......it had only just begun! 