A walk through woods upon All Hallows' Eve,
At summer’s end and ere long winter’s chill,
The sun goes down without a by-your-leave,
A snap of twigs and startled heart stands still,
A lustrous orb appears above the hill,
The harvest moon in splendid gold arrayed,
It sparkles bright on meadow, brook and glade.
Within the woods a sphere of light invades,
And shapes become distinct as they draw near,
A smell of rotting flesh, the air, pervades,
And chilling screams are heard to deaf the ear,
While I, behind a tree, doth quake with fear,
If only I be somewhere else in time,
Away from sounds and smells of grime and slime.
In town the fun is getting under way,
As children dress themselves in costumes grand,
The jack o’ lanterns which illume like day,
Are cut-out pumpkins gently carved by hand,
While there, the scene depicts enchanted land,
The witches, ghouls and ghosts in tatters all,
Do gather here to have their yearly ball.
24 Oct
2012
- seven lines, usually in iambic pentameter
- rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b-b-c-c.
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