My muse stooped by for a quick visit and inspired the following verse.

HALLOWE’EN

At the turning of the season,
Dark tides of fear devour reason.

All things which from the sun do flee,
On this unhallowed night set free.

Our souls to twist and hearts to change,
Our feeble mortal minds derange.

While mothers sob and children wail,
Strong men beneath their bedsheets quail.

The spirits roam and creatures stalk,
Dark hearted men the land do walk.

Within the darkness shadows stir,
With claws that click and wings that whir.

Now we shall see those things unseen,
While they run free this Halloween.

Cheers, Winston