by Paganini Jones
Unnatural night of dark and witchery
Not a night for frolic and fun.
Such a night is noisome, unholy,
Fear this hideously frightsome feast
What was that screech? There's a scratch at the window.
What is that howling high in the eves?
Why is the wind in the wainscoting whining?
The scampering, scuttling, why has it ceased?
Light all your lamps: the candles are flickering.
Brighten the room. Shut the bogeyman out.
Build up the fire, throw logs on aplenty.
Pull the drapes closer, and fall to your knees.
Pray this night passes with no horrid happening.
Unquiet animus leave us unharmed.
Pray all your prayers like a Peterborough Pilgrim
Pleading for plenitude, pardon and peace.
All Hallows' Even’s a season of thinness
Twixt mortal and spirit, time and beyond.
Pray that the living remain with the living,
Pray that at daybreak the dead stay deceased.
Posted on 10/17/2010
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