Halloween Poem by Ella Goodman

An erieee night when spirits all walk alive
Attired in best while live they dress in fancied fest
Old and new blend in flamboyant zeal
And world unknown awake from their long dream.

So many faces long forgone
So many hearts that once beat now lay dead
Their numbered days ran out of time
To lie in peaceful slumber's bed.

After life beyond gray shores
Where no mist or hail makes them cold
Where threads of empty hollow egos
Fade in white glaze, purge their souls.

Some waning moist eyes seek to ask
Why hailed still unripe from mother's lap?
The pleasures of worldly delights
Bitter or sweet why they missed their bite?

While mothers seek a quick reply
When see her child whimper in pain
Her gentle hand could no long caress their mane
Untimely death why did heaven preside?

Fate it is- a complex equation, of plus and minus
Of fragrant days and some unexpected predictions
But still so more lies strewn all way
For souls apart and inland ones

Soft eve with glimmering shades dawn upon
Teasing the air in an eriee song
Mortals and dead sing, sway in unison
Heaven's bliss to unite the yonder world with breathen ones.