Some wisdom is whispered down the generations--not written, but remembered. Its origins are lost in the darkness, when feeble candles flickered and lamps did little more than light the fear in faces.
Listen to the memories of people folded back into the Earth. Warning you. Spirits roam tonight.
Jack-o-Lanterns leer on your doorstep. One face glows evil to ward off the tricksters, and one silly to befuddle the demons. Retire to bed, and pull the covers up a little higher.
Be wary--the lingering shivers betray
Wickedness biding, despising the day.
Have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!