A holiday not celebrated by all, though many people know of it. I care for it enough that I wanted to have some seasonally appropriate poetry up here!
This is Halloween
As this month comes to an end,
Spooktober called by some I know,
There’s a feast, a festival,
That’s known today as Halloween.
Its roots are old, that’s all we know,
A Christian thing, “All hallows eve”.
A time to remember those who’ve passed,
And to make a mock and challenge death.
Somehow the years has twisted that,
To such a silly, joyous thing.
When you dress up and beg for treats,
And stay up watching horror films.
Candy shaped like skulls and bats,
And food stuffs made from pumpkin’s flesh.
Carve a lantern, make it great,
Then make your house a spooky den.
Commercialized like many things,
This Halloween is here to stay.
And the best part it happens when,
The candy goes on up for sale.