A late poem for Halloween.
Cobweb-covered window panes,
Pumpkin buckets filled to the brim
On this dreary night of nights so grim,
And little children don the face
Of witches, heroes, ladies in lace.
But none remember why we do
In keeping with Hallow's Eve in truth,
For when the tenth month fades away
Those not of the living come out to play;
And we hide our faces so they may see
That we are not who they thought we'd be.
So they'd go away and bother us not;
Be contented with their deathly lot.
When the time comes, the Witching Hour,
Brothers and sisters close your doors
Leave the streets where lamps glow dim
For tonight the world belongs to them.
Poetry by Mklnay
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Written on 2010-11-05 at 01:59
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Hallow's Eve
Ghosts and Ghouls and candy canes,Cobweb-covered window panes,
Pumpkin buckets filled to the brim
On this dreary night of nights so grim,
And little children don the face
Of witches, heroes, ladies in lace.
But none remember why we do
In keeping with Hallow's Eve in truth,
For when the tenth month fades away
Those not of the living come out to play;
And we hide our faces so they may see
That we are not who they thought we'd be.
So they'd go away and bother us not;
Be contented with their deathly lot.
When the time comes, the Witching Hour,
Brothers and sisters close your doors
Leave the streets where lamps glow dim
For tonight the world belongs to them.
Poetry by Mklnay
Read 821 times
Written on 2010-11-05 at 01:59
Tags Halloween Ghosts
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