The Hour
The hour has come, it is midnight.
Light the lanterns
But don’t let your world come undone.
You have heard the tales of Halloween
When doors are open, they slip in
The dead now walk this land
Revenge they seek
Not all will leave a spell behind
Yet there is one who comes in peace
For her lost love, she will sit and weep.
Her time on Earth went by too fast
Love’s kiss still upon her lips.
Each year she comes to find her way
The house she finds by lanterns shine
This time she knows what she will find
With raven hair, her lips of red
Holding hands with a love that is hers
With children’s laughter, the door will be undone
To enter now, to bewitch, to take her form
The raven-haired witch she must dispel
This night feels right for loves return
Will all be well?
©Anita Dawes