The moon climbs high, a silver eye,
That watches shadows slither by,
Through curling mist and brittle trees,
It hums a song upon the breeze.

Lanterns grin with jagged light,
Guiding ghosts through velvet night,
While witches stir their secret brew,
And whisper spells the dark once knew.

The black cat prowls on haunted stone,
Its emerald gaze is not alone—
For something stirs beneath the leaves,
That hums, and sighs, and softly grieves.

Yet laughter floats from door to door,
As children beg for treats once more,
Unknowing how the dead delight,
To dance among them—out of sight.

So guard your sweets, and mind your way,
For Halloween’s a tricky day—
When veils grow thin and spirits roam,
And nightmares find their way back home.

Happy Halloween!!!

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

Brenda Marie