10/28/13
A long and lonely year ago,
My soul was called to grieve.
I lost my Love and all I know,
That curst All-Hallows Eve.
Though children dress for Halloween,
Not worried in the least;
Amidst their naïve frolicking,
Prowl demon, fiend and beast.
I too once played at mocking ghouls,
In ignorant cavort.
But tragedy soon comes to fools,
Who think it silly sport.
My Precious made up as if dead,
That others could take fright.
But horror turned about instead;
My sweet Love died that night.
So shun the Hallows’ evening shine;
I pray you hold this wise.
That your True Love won’t end as mine,
In premature demise.
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