Twas the Night Before Halloween

Twas the night before Halloween

Twas the night before Halloween
And all though the Mansion 
the boards Started to squeak
was it air expansion

Out in the Halls forms came to sight
Flowing out of walls a erie fright
They sailed down the halls
A foot or two off the floor

Down the stairs they glided without a sound
Into the yard They gathred up and looked to the Sky
Watching the Witches Streaking by like falling Stars
On Their journey for which they were born

In the Lawn Hands Reach up out of the ground
Climbing up to be free to roam the World
Wolves howl at the Moon calling for Darkness
On the Hunt they go looking to cure the hunger

The vail grows thin between 2 Worlds
One of Us and One of Them
A Bell tolls at Midnight far away
Calling in a Dawn of a new Day

Remember those who have passed
For someday we shall become them
You are Us and We shall become them
Bodies Die, Souls Never Shall!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Kiser Avatar
December 7, 2018 at 6:26 AM
Curiously different...those bells ring true though; souls don't die; they just transition; kind of like moving to another apartment...only better.
Jones Avatar
December 7, 2018 at 5:47 PM
Yes very true, We Ourselves do not die but become our core selves, and thank you very much for this comment, Love and Light to You always!
Rose  Avatar
December 5, 2018 at 5:28 PM
Bodies die but souls remain forever . Now isn't that clever, Lovely poem Billy,
Jones Avatar
December 5, 2018 at 5:33 PM
Thank You VERY much, you are one of my Favorite readers ^_^
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