All Hallow's Eve

T'is the time of year when things do go bump in the night a time when witches come back to life ready to snatch a child to boil up in their evil cauldron that walks and even can talk oh the vile stories it could tell of potions made from their flesh The nasty things that are all a bubble in an evil stinking broth an eye pops up and gives a wink while rats slowly boil away bones of children, their blood and flesh stewing until thick making an evil concoction along with slugs snails and dragon blood The cauldron hisses and spits venomous stench flooding out the witches gleefully cackle and cluck as it takes a life of its own they pour the potion on the ground and up spring foul creatures crying and wailing like banshees they take to wing to cause mayhem A time when the dead rise up and for a few hours rule the world Stay inside if you wish to be safe, don't venture out if you are wise pumpkins with evil grins spring to life searching for the unwary giant blood sucking bats fly through the thick air on silent wings Everywhere the spirits of the dead wait for the unwary fool who ventures forth on the Hallowed Eve, not time to be out if you go with your friends to Trick or Treat don't ask for a trick that,s the surest way for the witches to spirit you away for ever Dark and sinister the night can you hear the werewolves howl? slithering snakes with forked tongues coil ready to strike at you cold icy fingers reach out grasping trying to capture you as you pass It really is a night to be home tucked up safe before your warm fire For this one night all good is smothered and chaos rides forth the chasm is open and monsters freely walk and hunt for souls zombies shamble along desperate for fresh blood and human flesh winged creatures of horrendous appearance take to the skies Cap all this with wicked wizards and spotted purple poisonous toads scarecrows gleefully join in the mayhem of this most foul of nights giant pumpkins that have taken a life of their own are on the prowl its a time to tuck yourself up in your cosy bed, holy water and cross ready Don't venture out if you care for your soul for it will be snatched and will leave you rotting in an eternal Halloween for all your days written 08/30/2013