All Hallow's Moon

Oh souls that brave All Hallow's moon whose shadowed face would bid us swoon. We stare upon your ghostly veil a-flight on twilight's empty trail. And yet, we delve where darkness daunts to fathom mystery, know what haunts our souls when comes October-tide, where fear and anguish both abide. Each hidden passage, road or rill we spy while walking makes us chill. Gray shadow wings on ghostlike trees make heart and footsteps quickly freeze. All pathways lead where horrors thrill. The heart is numbed as is our will. Frail steps draw close toward the lair where phantom talons might ensnare. How long until we're safely home free of this mental catacomb? These questions spin within our head as we trek fully gripped by dread. How do souls flee such grievous fright? Oh moon, postpone our dreadful plight. Deliver us to warmth and home from black enigmas in the gloam.