Mischief, fun and the time for fright.
When strange things raise their head,
When the gross and rotten seem less than dead.
The night when ghouls and ghosts roam the moor,
And bring their friends knocking at your front-door.
The skein of the world’s gone all thin,
Full of enough holes to let things in.
So come inside and lock the door,
There’s horror and so much more in store.
Just be aware that you cannot leave,
For out there tonight, it’s All Hallows Eve. Continue reading