Something Wicked This Way Comes...

All Hallow's Eve

the dead come back for us,

wind violently heralding their

graveyard resurrection.

Brilliant white moon

hides in ghosts of clouds

creeping the sky, illuminating 

the return of barren souls.

Skeletal hands

grasp for Heaven, screaming prayers

of salvation as we bargain eternity

for moments of safe-keeping.

Blood turns cold

as the wolf howls in the distance,

hollow faces burn judgment

of our sins.

Be not afraid.
Upon surrender all

pain disappears
evermore.

All Hallow's Eve

darkness reveals truth of 

secrets and fears protected by

light of day.