Pleading To Greed

It was quite silent in the eve,
Children having fun make believe,
Upon one house they knock,
But no one seem to gawk,
They bang the door one more time,
Do you know what followed this rhyme?
Open they became gates of hell,
Children screaming like insane bells,
With a blink of any eye in chains they were linked,
Dragging their lifeless body they advanced,
They held each other's hands and began to chant,
This put the devil in an evermore-solid rant,
Gazing the reflection they see what they become,
An aged folks with not enough strength to run,
With each feeling felt they would blaze,
Pleading to the devil appealing their case,
So from that day on no child goes to the house,
Not even a kid who is a perfect louse.

(11300017)   Copyright © 08/01/05 Ronil Tataria