by Virginia Mc Veigh

Created on: November 02, 2008

I remember the dread on Halloween
On the old Hallow's Eve of yore
As I lay in my bed
On a damp Irish night
And quivered to the core

For gone was the play
Of the careless day
Spent dressed in weird attire
In a witch's hat
And a turnip light
And stories by the fire

For amid the embers of fading light
I remembered I'd yet to face the night
The night when the ghosts and the goblins came
To call us every one by name
And tormented souls
Not quite in heaven
Would come to show their ghastly face
Through the dark hole in the fire-place

And I prayed that if roaming abroad they should be
These ghostly visions
Would not find me

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