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It is the magic held within the darkness, the whispering of the night winds,
Echoing through haunted graveyards, cast are thus ancient spells, illuminated
Beneath the harvest full moon, in this eerie landscape the underworld is 
Released, and the undead are free to walk amongst the living, mingling on
This sacred holiday of mysticism, and it is so called, Halloween.
In the ethereal shadows figures move with shades dark eloquence,
As ghostly phantoms enchant the souls of the innocent, passions
Pleasures soothes the hearts of sadness, for tonight the very air itself
Is magical, offering a moments release for the spiritually condemned,
Until the last stroking bong of midnight, is heard off in the distance.
Sorcery's wicked witchy women, fly by sources unseen power of the
Supernatural, cackling with laughter's wild sounding of the jackal, do
They weave their intricate incantation's, to capture their victim's of hearts desire.
Blooming on the mountain side, the wolf bain does blossom, and hidden
Beneath its evergreen leaves, is the star gazer dressed within wolves
Furry garments, howling love sick, unto his ill fated mate, she so answers
With screams reply, and the pack adds another member, and now
These forbidden lovers run together, beside the path of humanities kindred.
Mischievous tricksters are they; poltergeists playing trick or treats pranks,
Vaporous creatures whom thoroughly enjoy frightening humanity unto 
Their inner most core.
But heed my warning dear friend; call no priest, for blessing sake for
These demons of mists, shall reek, havocs vengeance upon thee, 
Instead leave them well enough alone.
A twisted fellow is Mr. Jack-O-Lateran, appearing body less, with his head
Impaled upon fencing’s spike, what a Gringrichy grimace does he so make,
As a candles light aglow shines from within, his mounted handled top hat,
Exposing the freakish smile on his orange pumpkin face.
The vamperic ring master, on this night of horrors terror, welcomes the unwary
Traveler, to take part in this celebration extravaganza, come one and come all.
Let us so partake in these evenings’ festivities, El Carnival, 
As the children of the night, serenade mankind in the back ground,
Beyond our earthy realm.
As the mornings first rays of light, brush their finger tips across the
Horizon's canvas, the darkness is banished once again, creeping 
Beneath the under belly of the sun, as all evil creatures melt, and fading
Within the shades hollows, until next years celebration takes place once
More, on this darkest of holidays, called Halloween.




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  1. Date: 10/31/2014 9:13:00 PM

    an excellent post this was right before the day itself because you captured pretty much all there is to describe in this one, Shadow. Well done. There is so much history and legend in this strange but amazing holiday!
  1. Date: 10/31/2014 3:57:00 AM

    Well done...excellently penned Halloween poem, Cherl!! You manage to creep into our subconscious mind, like your darkness that creeps beneath the under belly of the sun! Your contribution to Halloween has been remarkable!! Have a spooky day! // paul
  1. Date: 10/30/2014 10:36:00 PM

    Hi Cheryl, there Is something that grips you at this time of year. It Is something different for many people. For me It becomes a time when I let my memories of the strange open, some scary, some funny. Another write which Is worthy of a seven and a FAV. Let your pen run oh queen of the night. On your Journey you have stopped at many dark harbours and a few light ones, showing your true skill. There Is always more to this holiday than children having fun. Your writes have shown us this. BELIEVE!
  1. Date: 10/30/2014 10:07:00 PM

    Great piece for Halloween. I enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. Happy Halloween
  1. Date: 10/30/2014 8:53:00 PM

    Cheryl, There's something about Halloween isn't there?