As spirits roam the neighborhoods at night, Let loose upon the Earth till it be light.
Love of life at times requires death
On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.
Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago.
By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again.
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.