All Hallows Eve

Upon the wind, a whispered, chilly sigh,

The night of ghosts and shadows takes its hold.

The moon, a silver coin hung in the sky,

Illuminates the secrets of the old.

From house to house, small, eager goblins stray,

With masks of fear and pillowcases wide,

To bid for treats before the break of day,

Where carved jack-o'-lanterns softly hide.

The air is thick with spells and ancient lore,

When the thin veil between the worlds descends,

And things that scratch outside the bolted door

May be one of your long-forgotten friends.

So let the candle flicker, low and deep,

And pray no restless spirit seeks your sleep.