All Hallows’ Eve
As darkness falls across the land,
Crowds disperse from streets and
Kids conspire, scheme and plan
As wind blows the fallen leaves.
The sun now gone, it gets quite cold
And timid souls become more bold.
At least that's what I was told
About All Hallows' Eve.
In darkness, spirits do arise,
Camouflaged by the blackened sky,
Hidden from the naked eye;
But they are there, I do believe.
They wander about, aimlessly.
They glide along, effortlessly.
The world is theirs, briefly,
On All Hallows' Eve.