All hallows E'en

Hallow e'en is closing once again

Whilst all around the crackling embers whisper of warming heart
the wicker man in clothes of grey makes ready to depart,
along the way a tearful subject praying to Beelzebub
misses the hum of the distant drum as she creeps round as a grub.

This night all hallows e'en be here and none shall walk unfeathered
Whilst demons driven by blood and gore allowed to go un-tethered
Away the distant howl of wolves now frightened beyond doubt 
hells gates are open and welcoming and most are coming out.

The pumpkin headed warrior meanwhile gathers up his crew
A slothful group of misfits thieves and a lipless pig or two.
Blessings laid before them as the candles burning bright
designed to tap all evil thoughts which abound throughout the night.

Heed the warning shouted from the rooftops one and all
avoid all rotting compost yet stay clear of shadowed wall
come morning shall thee awake, breath cold and sheets sweat damp
Praise the lord for another escape from the death in the stagnant swamp.

Author's Note

based on a picture found on deviant art The_Pumpkin_King_by_Radojavor