In the crisp, autumn air, a tale unfolds,
A story as old as time, yet never grows old.
The moon, a silver sentinel, stands guard in the sky.
While jack-o-lantern grins flicker, their flames dancing high.
Children, cloaked in fantasy, roam the night,
Their laughter echoing amidst the soft fright.
Candy-filled cauldrons clink and clatter,
As they traverse the streets, their chatter creating a delightful patter.
A night of make-believe, where ghouls are friends,
And the ordinary world, for a moment, bends.
When the clock strikes twelve, and the world is asleep,
Into the night, the spirits creep.
Through the veil between worlds, thin and frail,
Comes the enchantment of the Halloween tale.
IT’S October 31 - Halloween, which originated in Europe in the early days of Christianity, heavily…
