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The veil grows thin, a trembling sigh,

Between the earth and ink-black sky.

Lantern mouths in crooked grin,

Mark where the wandering souls drift in.

Leaves like whispers scrape the lane,

Each footstep hums a ghost’s refrain.

Candles bleed their molten gold,

While shadows flirt with stories told.

The moon, a mask, half-mad, half-bright,

Hangs watching this bewitched delight.

Children’s laughter, sharp as glass,

Breaks the hush where old ones pass.

Here time forgets its steady tune,

And cats give sermon to the moon.

The wind wears perfume, sweet decay,

Of pumpkins rotting, dreams at play.

Tonight, dear mortal, feel the seam,

Of waking life and death’s soft dream.

For in this dark-lit, trembling hour,

Fear and wonder share their power.

So light your candle, guard your door,

But welcome magic evermore.

For Halloween, with velvet tread,

Reminds the living they dance with the dead.