Untitled - October 30, 2002
It is the sweetest kiss
given under the pale moonlight
as the shadows shift
from limb to limb
of thread-bare trees
shorn of their silvery glow.
It is the haunting call
from the depths of the hallows
as the forest shifts
to reveal another world
of goblins and ghouls.
It is the stately dancing
of faerie Kings and Queens
as they hold court
in the late autumn evenings.
It is the cold wind blown
through the fallen leaves,
stirring the forgotten memories
on All Hallow's Eve.
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