Greg Budig 2020
The Halloween moon
rose full and fat.
A spectral orb of
sinister light.
Glowing pale orange
between the black
gnarled branches.
The trees claw and
reach into the night.
It is said the thin veil
between the two worlds
is weakest for those
who want to believe.
A door left wide
open between
heaven and earth.
To come alive again
on All Hallows Eve!!
Now imagine if you can
that lost spirits came
to rest outside on your
Halloween display!!
Oh the magic that
could happen if you
only made it real!
Close your eyes and
let your mind play!
Imagine the glow of
candlelight as all the
Jack O Lanterns
burst back into flame!
The radiant orange of
the flickering lights
starts to glow
through each
clear windowpane!
A chorus of skeletons
spring from the air!
Dry bones rattle as they
dance and they sway.
High above sheeted
ghosts swirl between the
bare twisted branches.
They moan and they
laugh on their way.
Squadrons of bats erupt
from each chimney!
They circle and dive
through the air.
Cackling witches
soar past on their
broomsticks.
Pointed hats and
long capes
everywhere!
Werewolves and goblins
and monsters abound!
They dance wildly
beneath the pale
Halloween moon.
A fantasy of horror!
Imagination set free!
Why did the morning
have to come so soon.
The soft glowing
horizon of dawn soon
appeared, the spirits
had no place to hide.
They wearily flew off as
their night came to an end.
The dream was over
as the last candle
flickered and died.
The End
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