Death Knocks in Hallow Night
A shift in weather brings a chill
in nights of ghosts and ghouls
and some who seek a yearly thrill
of sudden screams and scares.
Play we do with truth and dares
if death may be at your front door
hands stretched across long stares
for candy is not what she may want.
And when my time it’s up I can’t
but she won’t wait another day
across the doorway a bony hand
will grab my soul and disappear.
So in hallow nights another year
full of candy and scary children
I seek no thrills when well I know
death one night will knock I fear.
October 31, 2018
“Tis the night—the night
Of the grave’s delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without,
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they—it is they!”
― Arthur Cleveland Coxe