The Thirty First of October

A chill is in the air, making me shiver with delight.
The weather clear and fair on this strange and frightful
night.

The sky is black and dark.
But there are stars alight. Still I feel a shiver for usually
fear comes in the night.

Sometimes it comes when we're asleep.
Sometimes when we're awake. Yet when and how it comes,
There's something that it takes.

It steals away just a bit, of our security. Creates within
our mind, strange fantasies.
We hear things go bump. The squeaking of a door.

But are those sounds really real? We're not certain anymore.
The trees begin to sway, lightly in the wind.
Behind every picket fence; we wonder, what is there my friend?

Should we leave the comfort of our home? Go outside to play.
Or maybe we should lock the doors, and hide ourselves away.
Indecision grips our nerves, we don't know what to do.

After all this is that night when strange things do take place.
People running, in strange garb, with colors on their face.
What to do? Oh, what to do? It's so hard to decide.

We step back in, from off the porch, not to really hide.
But to sip some chocolate cocoa and by the fireplace
to abide.