Wicked Grin

Silver must always cross her palm
If her predictions do deem true
with her gracious air of calm
She's predicting something new.
Summoning up the spirit world 
The firelight gets the flickers
Across the room, she is hurled
And you almost pee your knickers 
Coldness creeps into the room,
Hairs raise behind your neck.
The clatter of the falling broom,
Makes you scream "oh heck"
She leans upon the cauldron warm
could she be possessed?
Her face it looks completely torn
As she reveals your ghoulish quest.
To knock upon all household doors
You must scare all those within
If they don't recognise her cause
curse them with your wicked grin

If they hold out a present
Wish blessings upon their house
But if at the door they do resent
Infest their homes with louse.
Knock on the next, one, two, three
Or will they hear the bell?
A ghostly mask is what they'll see
With a ghoulish tale to tell 
Bring me all treats, that you receive 
Then she will bid you adieu. 
If not, all future children will retrieve 
The gifts that don't belong to you