358. All Hallow's Eve
A candle flickers through the carved pumpkin's eyes,
While overhead a blood - thirsty vampire bat flies,
In the distance you can hear the wolves' hungry cries,
And listen to the final moments of their victim as it dies.
It is on this night that the restless dead once again rise,
And black witches casting their magical spells hypnotize,
Black cats and creepy crawling spiders we tend to trivialize,
But on this most unholy day our reasoning they compromise.
Beware when night has fallen and the moon rules the skies,
This is when the Mischief Monger weaves his devious lies,
He preys upon the gullible, he has for them a big surprise,
Loki will treat them to a dirty trick instead of a sweet prize.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.