A poltergeist knocked over a chair in my mind

waking me with a strange noise on a sunny day

with no clouds bringing foreboding of a night

with candles burning quiet inside carved faces

casting eery light along cold trails and walks.

 

Crisp leaves underfoot crackle as creepy goblins

walk in quiet search for chocolate and apples

for wispish warlocks and smiling shamans

who dance by a bright bonfire lighted to guide

weary lost searching souls traveling under

a ghostly yellow moon shadowed by a cloud

so silver faced elves can hunker safe on

All Hallows Eve.