By Pat Wise
When shadows grow long on All Hallows’ Eve,
Prizes are sought or tricks will unsleeve.
Draped in disguise, your image transformed,
Haunting for gains, or victims be scorned.
The streets seem to whisper, this horror-filled night,
Faint glows of lanterns cause shadows of fright.
Ghouls approach doors with intentional grace,
Offering greetings with mask over face.
Each house’s decor is hauntingly grand,
Offer in spirit their candy-filled hands.
Accept what is given of sugary kind,
The finest cheap chocolates and treats one will find.
As night enters forth filled with scepters of fear,
The bountiful harvest makes something else clear,
The joy of the haunt and fellows you greet,
Is truly the magic of trick and of treat.
