All Hallows' Eve sweeps across the sky
as Death follows the sun riding the moon.
And over a pale,pale land
it's shadow spreads and Magic blooms.
While All Soul's Night unfolds,takes hold;
Death's Shadow then beckons the dead
to cross the border from Memory
And a pause in life begins.
As the dead wander over the border
a chill whispers on the wind.
Myth and Legend come alive
and Halloween reigns in.
So beneath a Harvest Moon
watched over by the Shadow of Death
we share our food, wearing costumes
and celebrate life with our Dead.
A lovely poem!
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