Hallowed Eve

There is knocking at my door

At a time when daylight exists no more
Who might the visitor possibly be
Amid the darkness the stranger is hard to see

Impatiently the door-bell begins its frantic chime

Children heard voicing a childish rhyme
Trick or treat each aver in a patient voice
Magic or candy they await the greeter’s choice

Children depicting ominous caricatures show not their faces

Witches, ghosts and goblins look curious with metal braces
Mother looks on from atop the busy sidewalk
Father follows in a vehicle moving like a two ton rock

So are the events of the hallowed eve

Soon the netherworld at midnight will ready its leave
As children innocently frolic with their chocolate delight

Fraternity summons the father of darkness instead of light.

Thank you,

Joseph Pede