All Hallows Eve

There is a fear I feel at night,

When the stars are not so bright,

When the frigid, south wind blows,

In the hour before the cock crows,

When the moon begins to dip,

Beyond the yonder mountain lip,

Thus has chimed the witching hour,

Belonged to creatures old and foul,

Up they crawl from earthen burrows,

With tooth and claw of wicked curls,

Their lustful cries chill my blood,

As ‘pon my roof comes heavy thuds,

With savage weight and crooked glee,

My every fiber begs to flee,

Though safer here then without,

My ceiling’s beams all but give out,

As I await their time to pass,

When the sun shall rise at last.

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