A poltergeist knocked over a chair in my mind
waking me with a strange noise on a sunny day
with no clouds bringing foreboding of a night
with candles burning quiet inside carved faces
casting eery light along cold trails and walks.
Crisp leaves underfoot crackle as creepy goblins
walk in quiet search for chocolate and apples
for wispish warlocks and smiling shamans
who dance by a bright bonfire lighted to guide
weary lost searching souls traveling under
a ghostly yellow moon shadowed by a cloud
so silver faced elves can hunker safe on
All Hallows Eve.