On "Tober nights ere Witches 'Moon
spirits sway and creature's croon.
As darkness falls and shadows grow,
haints and haunters fain to show.
Dry bones rise up to join,
clink and cracking as they run.
A straggly scarecrow "stride a broom, rides beside her ghastly groom.
And long before faint daylight comes, banshees beat upon their drums.
Well shivers creep along your spine,
Wolves and wildies woof the time.
The ghosties in the woods do soar,
shrieking loudly with a roar.
A caterwauling in the gloom.
wailing at the Witches Moon.
With all the ghoulish guests now here,
time to dine, since dawn is near.
Please pass the wildroot, pass the cake.
Plates begin to levitate.
Now pale light creeps across the sky.
Morning's nigh, "tis time to fly.
So, with a whimper, not a bang,
Vampire bares his single fang.
Pale zombies pass the graveyard gate
with their clumsy, stumbly gait.
And with a quiver and a moan
howling dogs slink home alone.
Your heart slows down within your chest.
Beastie souls lie down to rest.
As spirits sway and creatures' croon.
bid goodnight, wan Witches' Moon.
hAPPY Hallow'S eVE
To enjoy the day, I adore me some Barbara Hannigan, a talented conductor. Here she is with a macabre performance with the Gothenburg Symphony
