![]() A Halloween HymnA Poem by Rita L. Sev![]() .![]() A cousin to Ebenezer Scrooge had been part of a similar scene; he’d had the same issue that Scrooge did, though his problem was Halloween
“What is the point of this madness, for children to roam in the streets, threatening naughty behavior at refusals to hand over sweets.”
“Humbug!” he said with a scowling, declaring the holiday cursed. His door and his heart were locked tightly Each October the thirty-first.
Last year an uncanny occurrence changed his peevish mood fast; he had three ghostly night visitors ~ Halloweens Future, and Present, and Past
Past, she showed him his boyhood Halloween then, joy ignited; With Present, he witnessed a party to which he had not been invited.
The third spirit would be the clincher, one that would strike our friend dumb; just as with Scrooge years before him, the Ghost of what was to come.
He looked into the face of the Reaper, and the visage was deeply grim; the countenance found staring back was his very own face ~ it was him!
Well, that was all our friend needed, he got it in that very breath; if you are not a giver of sweetness, you become the portent of Death!
© 2013 Rita L. SevAuthor's Note
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