A poltergeist knocked over a chair in my mind
waking me with a strange noise on a sunny day with
dark clouds bringing the foreboding of a night with
candles burning bright inside quiet orange faces that
cast eery light along cold dark trails and walks.
Crisp leaves underfoot crackle as creepy goblins
walk with wispish warlocks and smiling shamans in
quiet search for chocolate and apples then
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.