Oh, Be Not Morbid, Demons Foul!



Particular are Autumn's worries
Spiders, bats and what's your hurry?
Dead leaves that skitter on the walk
Cliches of loss, the trade and stock

A skeleton, a severed hand
A jack-o-lantern on a stand
A witch, a warlock, a headless freak
All Hallow's Eve, come take a peak

Upon this night the children rule
While parents make sure all is cool
And bags and buckets are held out
For candy to be tossed about

And the masks of darker fears
Are reduced to empty sneers
The japes and jests bereft of powers
They now amuse where once they soured

Yet the elders nod their heads
With secrets of the living dead
We may defang the monsters, true
Though we yet live, we face curfew

On Halloween, our dread to steal
We put the demons on the wheel
And tickle them and make them hollow
Death is what we all must follow

So have some fun, go Trick or Treat
And breathe in deep and taste the sweets
Upon this night the ghosts will rise!
Them that lives is them that dies!

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