“On Hallow’s Eve” – a poem

On Hallow’s Eve the wind is still
The fog hangs low; an icy chill
Unease is floating in the mist
Whilst Satan’s child unrolls their list
The ghouls emerge from muddy tombs
And ghosts return, to haunt, in rooms
The headless man, the murdered child
The werewolf howl, the Virgin, defiled
A ghoulish stench is in the air
Whilst kids knock on doors without a care
“Trick or treat” they screech with glee
Expecting sweet confectionary
Pumpkins carved, traditional fare
Costume persona, worn for a dare
Whilst undead drag their severed limbs
And in the churchyard, chanting hymns
A troubled priest who died too soon
The mist is creeping round the tombs
And now the midnight hour strikes
A skeleton crew drift by, on bikes
A spectre in a spinning scene
Emits a chilling, bloody scream
Ectoplasm floats in swirling curl
Around the grave of a forgotten girl
Spiders spin a wicked web
A troubled maiden carries her head
Severed by the guillotine blade
In century’s past, where memory fades
All wickedness, here in one place
Presenting evil in the human race
Reminder of the plight of man
In only the way that Hallowe’en can
Then comes the dawning of a new day
To chase the howling spirits away
So ends the unholy cacophony
When spells are cast, round a crooked tree
A witches brew to stop the hosts
And laid to rest, the ghoulish ghosts
Then, All Saints Day is welcomed in
And incantations, dispel the sin
So peace is restored for another year
Til Hallow’s Eve brings a fresh bout of fear

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