Dead Souls at Halloween

On Halloween three witches came,

out of the sky.One from the

North, one fromthe South and the

third from the West, oh, my. And

the fourth arrived from deep

underground, dark ugly witches

dressed in black gowns, each with

a black hat, acat and a ferocious

grin, as if they enjoyed the need

to Sin. The witches met and

quickly went along to the

graveyard where eternal time by

dead folk is spent. And at each

grave the witches scattered

Rowan wood and they they

waited for the Moon to dull or the

clouds to swipe it clear creating a

darkness for all to fear. As

midnight came a horrendous howl

split the air and frightened people

into grave despair. What was it

that made blood run cold? The

Irish say it was a dagger sunk low

into a person's very soul. For me

who watched there was no relief,

except to know in the morning it

would be of Death I'd speak.

Once a year of this I know evil let

loose must grow, with lots of

places it can go. Some say it finds

its way into your head, then sink

its roots deep into your soul. But

if you are good and say loving

words at Halloween or simply

pray, then God must show his

mercy that day. So will you join

me at Halloween to pray, for all

dead souls to find peace in

Heaven as they explore the way?