Beware spellbound cauldrons of witches spite,
Trod not where cemeteries come to life,
Watch for ravaged skeleton holding knife,
Hide your children from panoramic blight.

Beneath full moon’s bleeding heinous rays,
In wicked freedom’s seductive employ,
Where toothy bats reach for blood to enjoy,
Werewolves howl rapture while searching for prey.

Bedeck with garlic cloves home, hearth and neck,
Chamber true bullets, silvered, and priest-blessed,
Crucifix walls, board windows, bolts recheck,
Before morn’s light, ghostly spirits obsessed

Torment and haunt Halloween’s gloaming trek,
Bide, unseen, lest your soul become possessed.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/11/03