Autumn's brilliant moon arises, lights a sombre sky,
On Hallows Eve, while veiled spirits conjure ghosts,
Listen! Rustling leaves, just beyond the garden nigh,
Where wilting flowers fade to brown, amongst their loamy hosts.

October's ego spent, released as coloured leaves,
Jupiter relents, hailing Venus with her haloed gleam,
Afield red fox yips, midst forgotten mold'ring sheaves,
While warrior Mars repents, regrets it's turgid stream.

All Hallows Eve! When phantoms walk the earth,
Mark this time, resolving sin, beyond the border line,
Spectres, adorned in cosmic white, belie their spatial worth,
As man reflects upon that spell, ghosts echo what is thine.

Magic! Mystic charms abound in dead of night,
Charge electric atmosphere, invoked by witches three,
Incantations spoken now, summon forth a demon's might,
Enchanted moonbeams caress the ambience, next to the hanging tree.

Birth and death tussle now, each strive to win the struggle,
Exultant life rebirthing now, commits to clinch the same,
Rejoicing death ravages the way, for each and every muggle,
Lest forthright Angels round the bend, staging heaven's game.

Now as the haunted hours wane, as Autumn stems it's gold,
Far beyond that garden gate, where bent flowers wither still,
From dark woods Owl recites the names, of lost souls wand'ring cold,
Witches dance round flick'ring flames, high upon iconic hill.

So on this night, this Hallows Eve, remain safely on your path,
Where righteousness and virtue, aren't blinded by the night,
So witches, demons or the devil, can't harm you with their wrath,
Behold! A glowing moon far past the garden gate, girdled by a pious light.