Is the night of ghost and goblins?

near as frightful as the days.

coming from the battled streets,

crying from the warrior’s 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.