Halloween Hill

Up on Halloween Hill
in the town of Old Crow
where the goblins dance
and pumpkins glow,
the pale moonlight
hangs bright and low,
casts its mysterious magic
on the world below.

Up on Halloween Hill
in the dark of the night,
in the month of October
when all are a-fright,
comes the 31st day
to all witches delight,
spirits, specters and ghouls
have been known to take flight.

But do not be frightened
of the day nor the deeds,
it’s a long-standing tradition
that one simply must heed.
Remain in your house,
a curfew decreed,
or those ghastly old ghoulies
will take chase, guaranteed!

A late night encounter
or a terror-filled peek
at what no longer lives
and what no longer breathes,
but walk, just the same,
on this horrible eve
to terrify all
whom dare not to believe.

Up on Halloween Hill,
in the town of Old Crow,
the young sometimes wander
even though they’re told, “No!”
But the mystery enchants,
so they just have to go,
most of them lost
to the fright-night’s shadows.

I’ve heard shrieks that race downhill,
they zigzag through the air,
after some foolish child
caught fast unaware.
They last but a minute,
but will give quite a scare,
in the town of Old Crow --
I think you know where!

I tell you this story,
so listen and hear,
take a little advice,
just forget and steer clear.
Lock yourself in your home,
keep your loved ones real near,
turn the lights way down dim,
try not to tremble with fear.

Just whatever you do,
please try to forego,
let the 31st pass --
Do not venture! Oh No!
For what lurks on that hill
in the town of Old Crow
is for Halloween ghosties
and witches to know.



                      Peace Abel