Once, on a night so dark that even the owl could not see,
There came to be,
An evil entity.
It was so evil in fact,
That not even the night could hold it back.
The night tried and tried it did,
But entrance to the land was finally bid.
So evil romped and stomped across the place,
And it would not be erased.
The people fought and battled,
But it continued to eat the cattle.
It consumed the stock and the place,
The people had not the time to pace.
Now the evils belly was filled,
And the valley of Hallowed Een was tilled.
This is the story we all celebrate,
On October 31, when open is the gate.
Copyright © barry weatherford | Year Posted 2007
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