The souls are not lost when they sail through the air,
They circle endlessly till Halloween comes once a year.
The ghouls, the ghosts, the spirits, the skulls without hair,
Come to their annual meeting at the end of October.
They bring with them all they want to share,
They bring parts of you, your worries and your care.
They're actually around all the time, but you're not aware.
Except on those sad nights when you wake from a nightmare.
You try to be like them through the costume you wear
You might even try track them to earth in their lair.
You might try to rip apart a soul with a tear,
But be careful when you treat, trick or dare.
'You try to be like them through the costume you wear You might even try track them to earth in their lair. You might try to rip apart a soul with a tear, But be careful when you treat, trick or dare.' - A warning to be heeded to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very amusing fantasy