Costumes carried on tiny feet
Made-up children go trick-or-treat
In the grayness of an autumn day
Little girls to witches change
And boys dress in a ghoulish range
Going door to door in a begging way
All Hallows Eve, all seems forgotten
Nightmarish dreams of crops gone rotten
Eve of All Saints Day, that’s what they say
When people in costumes dressed
Preventing ghosts from souls to possess
Chaos ruled with practical jokes to play
Devils and demons in darkness arise
Spirits so grotesque they blind one’s eyes
Gloomy thoughts in paling shades of gray
When the Jack-O-Lantern is lit
Ghostly ways we try to out wit
It’s pagan rites that are drawn to pray
So remember when Trick-or-Treaters are out
What the scary celebration is all about
To keep the spirits of the dead at bay
Happy Halloween |