Halloween

Written by: DAVID WALLACE

The candle’s flickering orange light Loaned tension to the night, And from shadows cold and dark, gave purchase to the sight. A Spectre’s hand in vapour white, then pointed at each soul, an icy blast then dimmed the fire, And quenched the smouldering coal These whispered words in rasping voice, then echoed in the room ‘Each Halloween the hand of fate Appoints one to his doom.’ Panic played though terror stayed, all fleeing from the room, their frightened eyes stared spellbound, as the hand moved through the gloom. A sudden bolt of arcing light Then stole their panic’d breath As Mother said ‘take off that glove, You’ve scared the kids to death.’