Halloween

Back in the runes of ancient time
From Celtic days of old
The festival of Samhain saw
Dark winter days unfold
As summer’s light was bid adieu
And sank just out of reach
Enticing Celts to then believe
Dead souls might rise and breach
The thinner winter boundary
Mid this world and the next
With fears that evil spirits
Might come and cast a hex

And thus to stifle havoc
They’d dress up in costume
To scare away unwanted ghosts
And still their sense of doom.
And with jack o-lantern turnips
Placed in their window frame
They’d ward off evil spirits
To dispel them from the game
But now this Celtic festival
Is meshed with other days
In a melting pot of rituals
Called Halloween today

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