A frost chilled dim moonlight night

Putrid air, no stars in sight

Just sheer black sky’s we have

and eerie sounds that shout out “MAD”

It’s moonlight Halloween

 

It started out as a Christian festival

Priests and Rector’s in their vestibules

The congregation on All Hallows’ Eve

Candles lit for the graves of the dead

No meat eaten, soul cakes instead

 

Then came change, like telling stories

Of hauntings, evil spirits, and anything gory

Jack ‘o lanterns lit for trick or treating

Witch hats, spells, faces bleeding

 

Pumpkins, bonfires, apple bobbing

Folk so scared their hearts are throbbing

Both fear and excitement fill the air

As we wonder what’s going on out there?

 

Divination, magic, the horrific 

Electric atmosphere, panic and shock

Mischief makers, trepidation and fright

On this frost chilled and scary night

 

Not a soul out there to be seen

On a bleak, black Moonlight Halloween

Is this what we all expected and feared?

It’s as if they all just disappeared!

The Urban Poet 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

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