When The Veil Between Worlds Is Thin...
All Hallows' Eve, a liminal time
When boundaries between worlds are not so defined.
Spirits may cross, so be mindful your treads
And don a costume to ward off the dead.
On this Samhain, the harvest has ended
The veil is thin, and the dead have descended
Make an offering and feast, but show no fear
Propitiate the spirits to be in the clear
Ensuring your survival for the coming drear.
Light the bonfire and cleanse in the smoke
Take some flames back to light the hearth in your home.
Guise home to home in exchange for some food
Recite verses to impress so the dead don't pursue.
Hollow a pumpkin with a face carved grotesque
Use as a lantern should the dead manifest
Ward off evil spirits with your ghoulish display
Or dance with the evil midst the dark and decay
On this Halloween night, when our world's veil is thin
And the dead can mingle with the living again
Revel with the spirits in your grisly disguise
When the living appear dead and the dead seem alive.
Tricks with no Treats
A group of kids, rowdy and bored
Went out to find some candy to hoard
It was the night of dress up and fun
One kid thought it cool that he'd
brought a gun
Another brought strong and spirited drink
He had stolen from under his
stepfather's sink
Someone else brought pot and
a bit of speed
What more did such adventure need?
They set off into the town celebration
Hoping to avoid anyone of relation
First stop, a house that all kids made fun
When the door opened, they'd
take off and run
In the house lived a very ugly old Dame
She always walked proud and
never with shame
Rumor had it that the crone was a witch
Some folks thought she caused
people to itch
Reports that people believed in her power
Were written at this time of year
by the hour
Never had anyone submitted any proof
Police wouldn't think it more than a spoof
The group of youths swallowed liquid fire
Then entered her lawn kicking over a pyre
Whooping they made a mess of her yard
They didn't care if she was inside
standing gaurd
A bit of dry grass and the flick of a Bic
Set things ablaze and flames started to lick
The kids ran off laughing without any fear
Inside the old woman let go
just one tear
The next thing the jovial bunch set to do
Was visit a garden where vegetables grew
They kicked over peppers and stepped
on the squash
After snorting some lines with fire to wash
Once they had nothing left to dig up
They decided to torture a sweet little pup
They threw him to each other like
a furry football
When finally bored he had no life at all
On to the next exciting event
The noisy unmerciful throng of boys went
They bullied youngsters who'd
gone out alone
They trashed yards and houses if
no one was home
All while shadows concealed a pair of eyes
Golden, glowing, someone small in size
It followed along baring witness to all
While sending back all of the things
that it saw
The fire was put out at the
old woman's house
Inside the lady was quiet as a mouse
In her parlor on a sofa she sat
Receiving all info sent back by the cat
There was no guilt and no shame
in the group
When on Mr. Watson's step they left poop
They laughed and destroyed everything
in their path
Without any idea that they'd
invoked wrath
Next morning a man went out for a run
Right thru the park like other days
he had done
He came over a hill and stopped
short in fright
A group of boys had been hung
in the night
They swayed from the branches of a
very big tree
Eyes wide and bulging, but they didn't see
Then something caught the young
man's corner eye
He was sure a black cat had just
passed him by.
Don’t Stay Out Tonight
When all the little candy-seekers go to bed,
When the town is quiet, the lights are dead,
I go out in the street, and take a little walk,
My footsteps dulled like they're covered in chalk.
All creatures flee before my stride,
Along the darkened streets I glide,
Searching for stragglers, who fear not the night,
Who don't move quickly enough from my sight.