One last night of trick or treat
I roam these streets with reddish feets.
As childhood fades to adulthood.
I'll do it well for the brotherhood.
One last knock, now the thrill's thin
Just flashbacks of memories, that'll live within
Of the perfect mask and the dark disguise
Waiting to be packed away before my eyes.
Transition to adulthood may open many doors but shuts some important door. Nicely written.