On Hallow’s Eve,
Some believed,
Souls went marching home
While ghosts and ghouls
Haunted evening skies,
Howling, evil moans.
Time has passed
So now, at last,
Other forms it takes.
Some become Incredible,
Others adapt
And costumes make.
Little Bo Peep
Has become a deid creep,
Ghoulish in all nature
Impaling lamb
On crook with glee,
Evil now in stature.
Humour and a devilish joy
Man and woman, girl and boy,
Embracing darkness
For a night,
Invoking fear,
And delightful fright!
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