Halloween’s scarce tradition

[jeff]

Halloween’s scarce tradition

A raven’s caw at a midnight strike
Under the full moon’s glow on a windy half-clouded night.
Demons of every sort said to roam
Amongst the innocent and pure:
The all hallows eve fantasy
At it’s best in the cold of autumn change and freeze.
Now the childish tales have nothing of an effect
As the effects of a horrid horror flick.
Tales inspired by religion, provoked by hysteria.
A novelty now, was once wholly feared
By all, taken for terrible truth.
Babies stolen, placed for changelings.
Devil’s banter and witching mass.
Evil at it’s peak in a real life thriller.
We’re taught to “know better”
But you can’t deny the pleasure and satisfaction
Of a few old tales and an expectant feeling
Of ghouls and ghosts to come.

[frank]

This is the kind of writing that cannot be analyzed too carefully or it will fall apart. It needs to be read for effect, for impact, to be truly enjoyed. Because it is an enjoyable writing. And true.