Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.

By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again.

Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance: Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew, Leaping into darkness with delight, Lusting for the ecstasy of fright, Open to the charm of horrors new.

Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why?

On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.

Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake Not only bliss, but all that's blessed by light.

Love of life at times requires death