Monday, October 31, 2005

All Hallows Eve
A night of witches
And warlocks
And Celtic fires burning
Dark shapes prancing,
Entreating spirits
For a good harvest
In an ancient language
To keep the dead
in their graves.
Black cat crosses
In front of my shadow,
While the yellow moon
Grins down
And sheds little light
On the bacchanalia below.
All Hallows Eve,
A time for spirits,
And ghouls.
Zombies creeping
From their graves
To feast on flesh,
Blood-suckers feeding
Like leeches.
I close my eyes,
And hold out my bag
For the treats to come
While the whispering wind
Blows in my ear
And tells me of horrors
And scares me to my bones.