A poltergeist knocked over 
a chair in my mind 
waking me on a sunny day 
when clouds foreshadowed
the night when the veil 
between here and there 
no longer exists .

Candles burn quiet 
inside carved faces
which cast eery light along 
cold dark trails we walked.

Crisp leaves underfoot 
crackle as creepy goblins 
walk in silent search 
of chocolate and apples.
 
Wispy warlocks and severe shamans dance 
by a bright bonfire lighted to guide
weary searching souls traveling under 
a ghostly yellow moon shadowed by a cloud 
so silver faced elves might hunker safe on
All Hallows Eve.