“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”
― Charles Baudelaire
A season of change…
Is the night of ghost and goblins
near as frightful as the days.
coming from the battled streets,
crying from the warriors haze.
Crisp the humid fallen golden,
tis moist and wetting dew.
Comes the flowing ghost and goblins
hallooing from behind the stew.
Yet the truth be more the scarier
dying souls of sand pit graves.
Hence we need to be more mindful
battling through mayhem waves.
Yes this season of the Hallow,
souls and saints remembered here.
While the innocent still living,
live within the streets of fear.
Pray the saints we beckon this,
a night of memory, night of fright.
Soon the only horror faced,
is just the tales of all hallows night.
copyrighted: 2004 CMM