They say, that in the midnight hour,
on the Eve of Halloween
The disembodied have the power
To wander seen, unseen
Up the wizened oaks
And across the fairy stream
They glide through still
And solemn places
With pale, cold, mournful faces
Wishing you a happy, h a u n t e d Halloween!
Text modified from Midnight and Moonshine by William Motherwell.