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All Hallows’ Eve

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All Hallows’ Eve

 

On All Hallows’ Eve

When the bewitching hour falls

And darkness descends

From out of the shadows

Something slowly stirs

The slightest movement, flicker, twitch

Seen from the corner of your eye

Shapes emerging, cloaked in mystery

Gliding along ancient pathways

Gaunt, swaying spectres

Shrouded in mist

Carrying their stories and sadness

They come not to frighten, but

Seek sanctuary and resolution

Searching for a spiritual home

For their weary souls

To finally be at rest

◄ Ascending

Deep In the Forest ►

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John Coopey

Sun 31st Oct 2021 21:50

The door’s open tonight, Brenda,

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