Darkness, shadows flickering,
Devils adjoined, ghosts bickering,
Through silent, shadows of black,
The devils left, turned their backs.
The ghosts argued, somehow afraid
Of the shadows they themselves had made
Until at last, they swept the ground
With their ghostly robes and left without sound
Shadows, encapsulate all,
They writhe with silent awe,
Cast by humans and animals alike,
Hardly visible in the night.
Halloween, shadows and black,
Never speak, or turn your back
On wraiths of scary thoughts,
For respect is the only thing they sought.
Shapes, carried mystery,
Blackness carried history,
They are sewn with fear,
And everywhere they appear.
But still, in the times of night
There is something there in sight
Something shadows cannot fight
And it is hope and with hope comes light.