On All Hallows’ Eve, the dead will rise to walk the earth amidst you and I,
barriers are breached ‘tween their world and ours as lost souls flow forth
and cause men to cower. The Lord of the Dead releases their
bonds to roam the creation from dusk until dawn.
The Evil of the night is kept at bay by fashioned masks bearing unholy
traits while candles are lit so the spirits may find the family and friends
they left behind. Listen to the whispers in songs on the wind,
they’ll reveal your future if you welcome them in.
The dearly departed are invited to feast or tricks will be played if
you deny them a treat. Forgotten are the tales the elders once
weaved, but they come back to haunt on All Hallows’ Eve.
Jack E. Bilek