He tiptoed on high alert through the night
I heard he was coming, and I felt a bit of a fright.
He was the jack-0-lantern thief, a monstrous sight.
Although creepy, we heard he was not quite right.
He evolved from the bowels of dead vines they say.
He creeps around stealing pumpkins at night, never in day.
We hope that he will not take a shine and plan to stay.
Things feel lighter and airier when he finally slithers away.
Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds;
She spurns sparks Reason confers,
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss.
Sweetest rank her outmoded views,
Above strictest sense and full clues;
Cherished most within inured cloud
Are her trite thought frail and proud.
Proffer sure-shining cachings of gold
For faintest morsel of heresies retold,
And she'll a more precious jewel find
Brighter still under Diablo's airier rind.
Her creed says receive and cede not
Wild bootless notions simpletons got;
Let benevolent Logic his carats keep,
And her inane whims have their leap.
Her wild treasures heavier than lead
Shall endless grace that jaded head,
Until wilier ticks of blind-mute clocks
Hit Eternal Proof that sees and talks.