All Hollows’ Eve

Distance glistens far

from the lonely hour.

Stopped clocks strike

the night while the wind

groans, grieving. In-

side we listen and knock

back the dread,

and cavalierly mock

the dead.

While chasing away the dark-

ness, from under our bed.

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