by

RG Liberty

Images and Verse
© 2002
by Writer's Cramp

On Hallowe'en the frigid wind
blows icy 'round
The heart.
With glacial grasp wrung terror tight
it rends the soul
Apart.

On Hallowe'en the graveyard rats
they play and dance
I'm told.
With evil grins and demon eyes
they scamper 'cross
The mold.

On Hallowe'en the spectral trees
they bend and grope
And lean.
And prod with branches sharp and black
where sanity
Has been.

On Hallowe'en the ancient wizards
groan to life
Again.
Through incantations foul and grim
they sere the minds
Of men.

On Hallowe'en the deathless banshees
wail throughout
The night.
The haunted souls who hear their cries
are doomed to walk
In fright.

On Hallowe'en at witching hour
the woodland ghosts
Appear.
Through shifting light to darkling mists
they beckon, so
I hear.

On Hallowe'en down city streets
an evil lurks
It's said.
And children laugh until they see
the season spew
Its Dead.

On Hallowe'en the Autumn moon
is cold and bright
You see.
It rolls across the gathering night
setting
Spirits free.