Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Halloween Poetry (Original)

Tis time little ones to gather round,

Walk soft upon this hallowed ground,

Those who have passed rest ‘neath our feet,

The ones whose hearts have ceased to beat.


Move fast your feet my little one,

Look straight ahead til rise the sun,

Dwell not upon the passing graves,

The deceased souls of the good and depraved.


Be still… do you hear the Banshee’s cry?

Across the moon did a witch just fly?

Hold fast to courage and steady your heart,

From this place we must depart.


The night is closing round us fast,

The Old One watches through her looking glass.

Can she see our thoughts? Our fears etched across our faces?

This ancient witch who haunts these places…


Now I tell you children this to know,

Never alone to this place you go.

On this the night All Hallow’s eve,

Listen to the rustling of the leaves,

Play your tricks and gather your treats,

But straight away home you go when you are done…

Before the rising of the sun…

Before you rest upon your bed…

The old witch will find you instead…


So little ones gather round…


HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!! ~The Witchy Wanderer~

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