All-presuming is the night
and thin the treaty with the light
A fitting canvas for the deeds
of those whose witching spirit feeds
on turmoil, grief and proud revenge
Who frequent churchyard, weald and henge
Who pawn their powers to cryptic death
and make a mockery of faith
while comic trickery is wrought
in innocence and youthful sport
which tempts the restless souls beyond
to revel in their loosened bond
Let them hold court in shadowed realms!
Kindle the fire that overwhelms!
Light a candle in the night!
And celebrate such means of light
with song and dance and music merry
with pumpkin, apple, chestnut and berry
Give thanks for autumn’s bounteous store
and show the Saints an open door!