I love
This time
Of year
When there
Is not only
A chill
But a hint
Of magick
In the air
That only
Grows stronger
And stronger
As my dear
Halloween
Grows near
The leaves
Are changing
And will soon
Start falling
As the souls
Of the dead
Yes the souls
Of loved ones
Will soon
Be calling
As the veil
Between
The dead and
The living
On the night
Of Halloween
Will be weakest
While the witches
Of the world
Enjoy the fact
That at least for
One day
They can
Be themselves
And walk around
Without fear
Yes my friends
Halloween
Is coming
It is drawing near
And I for one
Cannot wait
For it to
Finally be here