Night is dark and moon old,
Here be the spirits,
The graves are their cradles;
And blessed earth is in our bones.
On these lonely grounds,
The dead find it fitting to visit.
Now the wolf howls,
Now the bat takes to leathery wing.
At last the cold blows
– the haunting melody is set –
And leaves dangle against dark curtain.
There be the fire with starry sign,
Thrice the feminine is hailed,
And so plop the ingredients in.
Ghouls and goblins are afoot,
While monsters join the living.
Roving eyes follow as the trees moan,
Bare branches swaying with misty intent,
And ancient spirits move time aside.
Then I know all Hallow’s Eve is here.