Phantoms and witches patrolling the skies,
Werewolves howling in the dead of the night,
Imps and demons wander as Satan’s spies,
The horrors fill you to the brim of fright,
This is the day the spirits all return,
This is the time we share in remembrance,
Though the true meaning has taken a turn,
Now its time for fun, candy, and suspense,
The costumes are no longer made for saints,
Trick-or-treating provides marvelous fun,
Children enjoy candy without restraints,
There’s black magic until the night is done,
The magic, horror, and joy fill us all,
A Thriller of a time, Halloween calls.
Pierce Hacking
Catharsis of Pierce
"If human beings had genuine courage, they'd wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween."
~Doug Coupland
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