Oíche Shamhna (Halloween)

Dark and dreary

Restless spirits

Rising from their graves

The cold wind blows

Dry Autumn leaves

Rustling over tombstones

Beneath cold damp earth

...something stirs.

Damp soil percolates up

Over scattering leaves

Something moves

Rising beneath the gravestones

Clouds gather under a full moon tonight!

Rumbling sounds of undead rising

The living shall not sleep this night

The cold wind heard whistling through the trees

Voices

Low mutters

Soft moans

Piercing the cold dark night

Cold,

Lifeless

Disembodied voices cry

...In the wind

The rotting stench of death

Permeates the air this night

Flesh decaying

Their trunks swaying

Pumpkins sit outside

Candles lit inside

To scare away

Those souls who wander tonight

The undead, stumbling, walking

Decaying hands outstretched

Need to feed

This one night of the year

Mingling with the living

This one special night

What tricks might they play

Upon those who refuse them?

Or will it be treats tonight

For those who walk alone

Disguised as the living

As beggars upon your doorstep

Fooling the living

Freedom from the grave

They walk upon the earth

One night of the year

Dark and dreary

Misty, gloomy

Midnight strikes

Time to sleep again

Crunching leaves

Upon the cold ground

Brown and lifeless

Scattered in the wind

Slowly I place my hand

Upon this chest

Where I dare not look down

To confirm my suspicions

Sadly, I tear upon the decaying flesh

Where once upon a time

A living heart

...Beat there

(c) BAM

Happy Halloween Everyone!!!!