A poltergeist knocked over a chair in my mind 
waking me with a strange noise on a sunny day with 
dark clouds bringing the foreboding of a night with 
candles burning bright inside quiet orange faces that
cast eery light along cold dark trails and walks.
 
Crisp leaves underfoot crackle as creepy goblins 
walk with wispish warlocks and smiling shamans in 
quiet search for chocolate and apples then 
dance by a bright bonfire lighted to guide
 weary lost searching souls traveling under a
 ghostly yellow moon shadowed by a cloud so 
 silver faced elves can hunker safe on
 All Hallows Eve.