The Legend of Lonely Street

The night was dark the moon in hiding, squeals and giggles around the streets All the children dressed in costume begging sweets on trick or treat. None dared to go to Lonely Street, no treat could entice them there The legend of the cloaked man with a staff still lingered in the air. The riches of the gilded street does not welcome Halloween footfall Lonely Street would remain so, this year none would call. The legend said the cloak-ed man glides along the street None heard footfall, as he followed those indulging in trick or treat. A blood curdling scream assaulted the ears, followed by another Children ran and scattered, screams and tears they could not smother. Along Lonely Street the cloak-ed man was heard to give a laugh “Why scream my little ones?” in his hand he raised a staff. “You are here to celebrate the waking, and walking of the dead Come hither my little ones this is what tradition has said. You dress as ghosts and spirits long gone, begging for some treats But then when somebody refuses you, you trick them, that is weak.” To do this on the night that we, the dead awake You should surely know its time for us to teach you your fate… I am here to collect all your souls, you will join us in the flesh You celebrate and dress to please now you will visit the devils crèche. He raised his staff high, his cloak opened wide With a howling wind the children were blown inside His cloak was full of all the souls of the young Their screams were heard, to the night they clung. No more was there a Halloween night in that area or surrounding The souls on Lonely streets stay in and still their hearts are pounding. The Cloak-ed man is waiting; he is waiting each year on Lonely Street For the sound of children laughing as they dress as ghosts on trick or treat… © 29/08/2012.