Halloween Ball Poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain

That time of year,
When Autumn falls,
And Summer ends,
And Halloween becomes,
The festive time,
With the Halloween Bash,
For all to be,
Seen and Unseen,
For all that is Halloween,

Dressing up and covering up,
All and any can go along,
To the Halloween bash,
Is for everyone,
Those who are shy,
Those who are fearful,
Those who just love to party,
And then,
Those who are,
All that is,
Halloween in believing,
What really understand,
What is Halloween,

For the eve of hallo,
To all that say,
For all soul's day is,
The very next day,
Yet,
Before that day arrives for all to pray,
For those gone before them,
Their dearly souls departed,
Most gather and pray,
To help their departed souls,
On with their passage to enteral place,

Yet,
On the eve of that day,
Is Halloween,
For what many believe is,
The parting and returning,
Of the souls here on Earth,
Is that eerie time period,

The Halloween bash,
Brings out all in costumes and masks,
From masked balls,
To monster bashes,
To the elegant and graceful,
Hold Halloween balls,
By,
R.S.V.P.
With proper attire,
Tis when all will become,
Someone or something of the past,
To scare or impress us,

Bringing them out,
Especially for that evening,
As someone else,
Mabey,
One of their ancestors,
Or,
A shadow appearance,
Of,
A hidden side,
That makes them glow,
Or,
Cast their shadow,
On an eerie time period,
Of Halloween,

So,
For those that have,
That dark side or past,
They usually get with most,
That enjoy this time period,
The host or hostess with the most,
That host the best Halloween bashes,
Showing,
That chilling side,
Yet, dressing up style,

Showing it in the way they dress,
Is how they reveal,
And what comes to light,
Could be the passing of the spirits,
Onto the other side,
Or the Halloween dressers,
Coming to light,
Maybe,
The latter,
Spirits returning,
And channeling through,
The Halloween Bashers,
On Halloween Night!