Friday, 16 October 2015


They speak in the night
When light plays fairy glimpse
On places abandoned in garden.
All friends wear pale costumes
Ghostly eyes in the skyline mist
Amid dead souls standing around.

All gather in clean weather
Just about to knock the door
At the stage to make themselves appear
With outrage romp up,
Rolled out towards stony eyes,
And they are Halloween players.

They make something vague
That makes room for more scared whims.