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He walks in the night

With one purpose

One reason to fight

To save his soul

That is his goal

Still he needs The Slayer

To make him whole

But until that time

When their love can shine

He'll walk in the night

With a saddened tone

He'll walk in the night

All alone.

She patrols the night

She's looking for vampires

That stay out of sight

Buffy must keep them away

Buffy must Slay! Slay!

She is the Chosen One

She is The Slayer

October DREAMS

A time of chilled wind

And a Harvest Moon

A paper Witch with a knotted broom

A Dancing Skeleton and a Whispering Ghost

The Old Scarecrow hanging on a post

A Jack-O-Lantern burning bright

To bring spirits back for just one night

The only night of the year

to become what you would not dare

Candy Apples, something sweet

I'll spare you the Trick if you give up the Treat

The air is filled with screams, laughter and song

All of which vanish at the first light of dawn.



LATE

The leaves rattle like old bones

I swear I hear moans

It's very late now

What is that lurking in the street

The ghostly Dead

Or a child in a bed sheet

It's very late now

A monster at my window

I gasp

I'm not sure if it's real

or a rubber mask

It's very late now

And nothing is as it seems

It's very late

On Halloween.



Halloween MAGIC

As the remaining sunlight glows its last

I dance out into the night

I’m ready for tricks

But candy would be nice

Anything can happen tonight

There is magic in the air

I carry my pumpkin

Its carved face flickers and burns

Amber flames keep the shadows and goblins at bay

Can it be scary?

You bet

But my pillowcase is only half full

And I’m not going home yet!



HAPPY HALLOWEEN







The Rites of Autumn

I feel it coming

The navy blue pre-dawn morning

I sit and watch black leaves fly across the street lamp

Leaves glow like fire against a stone sky

Scarecrows give their apples freely

Twilight smolders warm, bright and red

Dark ghosts born of dying light cry with the chilly wind and follow me home

Old songs are sung and the smell of burning wood makes promises of monsters, witches and chocolate

Hugs and kisses bring rubber skeletons and scary stories of headless ghosts

The navy blue pre-dawn morning

I sit and watch the leaves fly

I feel it coming



Reflections on the Water

I’m awake

I’m alive

I suck in the June sunrise air

Ice sliding down my throat

The canoe, holding me, rocks gently

A leaf caught in a midsummer’s breeze

I gaze into my reflection on the frightfully calm water

Who is it that stares back?

Who is it that ripples and reshapes?

It doesn’t matter now

I dip my hand into the receptive lake

I cry