On All Hallows Eve

The moon is sharp, a silver knife, It cuts the sky, it stirs the night, The air grows cold, the silence deep, The restless dead begin to creep. Jack o’ lanterns grin with flame, Calling spirits, whispering names, Children laugh but do not know, What stirs beneath the earth below. A shadow moves, it’s not your own, It follows fast, it chills the bone, The leaves turn black, the owls all cry, Something wicked passes by. Candies sweet, the masks, the cheer But Halloween brings more than fear. For when the bell strikes twelve tonight, The veil will tear, the dark takes flight. So lock your doors, keep candles near, Speak soft, step light, and guard your fear, For once the dead have found their way, They’ll beg to come with you… to stay.