This used to be my favorite time of the year. There was just something special about going out when it was dark and walking down the streets with my pillow case gathering candy from houses with spooky porches with laughing jack-o-lanterns flickering wildly. I loved it. And then there was the smell of the night!
Those seemingly interminable dark walks between houses, long before street-lit safety became an issue, were more adrenalizing than the mountains of candy filling the sack. Sadly Halloween, with our good-natured attempts to protect the little ones, from the increasingly dangerous traffic and increasingly sick adults, has become an utter bore.
Lauren Springer
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
Unknown
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
William Shakespeare
Those seemingly interminable dark walks between houses, long before street-lit safety became an issue, were more adrenalizing than the mountains of candy filling the sack. Sadly Halloween, with our good-natured attempts to protect the little ones, from the increasingly dangerous traffic and increasingly sick adults, has become an utter bore.
Lauren Springer
It's Halloween! It's Halloween! The moon is full and bright/And we
shall see what can't be seen On any other night. Skeletons and ghosts
and ghouls, Grinning goblins fighting duels/Werewolves rising from their
tombs, Witches on their magic brooms/In masks and gown we haunt the
street/And knock on doors for trick or treat/Tonight we are the king and
queen, For oh tonight it's Halloween!
By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
Unknown
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
William Shakespeare
