All Hallows' Eve
(in anapestic tetrameter)
As it rolled through the darkness and grinned through the trees,
where the shadows lay crawling and scratching the ground -
the last remnants of summer now shook in the breeze,
on this evening of Hallows that crept all around.
On the hearth and the hilltops, the fires burned bright,
through the dark, as the spirits so restlessly flew,
like the sparks of their souls that were lost in the night.
While disguised midst the living, the timid withdrew.
Yet the masks and their measure in masquerade mists
were exposed in the light of the hallowed full moon
and now joyously danced 'til the sun's morning kissed
a lost day that portends an impetuous noon.
So misplaced is our leisure that our rapture has flown
from a garden of worship to an evil unknown...
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