The Hour of All Hallow's Eve

Restless ghostly night, whilst full moon hangs bright drench in yellow with fright. The hour of All Hallow's Eve has chimed like a venal thieve; all in wild frenzy they leave. A shrill whistle in the distance behest by spirits persistence and wicked witches on broom assistance. Those brave to be out in the dark, stumble in their steps they mark, as lanterns in trembling fingers spark. Twilight soul into burnt cinder shadows and ghost linger, as cowering frightened dogs whimper. Luminously yellow eyes blaze, of the alluring vampire's gaze, in the dark a hypnotic maze. Goblins, gnomes, and black fairies dance around blood-red berries; a chilling ritual mummeries. Standing in the moonlight there, a few feet from toadstools; a pixie pair, merry tricksters everywhere. Waxen daylight creeps across the sky, arise a yawn from sneaking dawn nigh. Gone, in a wink All Hallow's Eve cunning and sly 10/25/2021 Children Story