My dreams are haunted as of late
I have needs I need to satiate
The thirty first of October comes
Looming across many horizons
The drums of the day, beat within my head
Telling me of who shall return from the dead
To haunt the waking world outside
And who it is with which I will ride
The sands of time fall through the hole
And pile up like dunes in the bowl
Everything around us will eventually turn to dust
Scattered by the wind which forgets our petty lust
Ghosts from the future along with those from the past
Will come on All Hallows Eve to make it our last
But we will dress up as demons and freaks
To scare them away from that which they seek
Ultimate destruction will in no way be theirs
For even the dead have hysterical fears
At the end of the night, as dawn breaks in the East
We raise our glass and prepare for Thanksgiving’s feast
But only if the Great Pumpkin doesn’t arise and devour....
Hopefully Linus van Pelt will keep that covered
So my friends, as I awaken
I can look at these haunted dreams of mine
And realize the greatest truth of all
That Halloween is the greatest holiday of them all
For it’s the only one that we have to struggle to survive
The rest are all gifts, love, and lies
But All Hallows Eve is a test to the living
And makes you appreciate life without the gift giving
Because if you make it to the Day of All Saints
Then you shall have a bucket of Candy and nary a single complaint
--Dan
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