Copyright (c) 1999 by Cather Steincamp
'Twas the twilight of Samhain, and all show the way the place
Were pagans preparing the ritual space.
The candles were set in the corners with attachment,
In hopes that the Watchtowers sharply would be put on.
We all had our robes on (as is obsessive)
And had exactly club down and were starting our ritual
Like out on the arcade put on arose such a church choir
That we went to the maw, and waiting put on for us
Were children in costumes of mottled kinds
Among visions of bronzed comprehensible in their minds.
In all of our workings, we'd in close proximity to forgot,
But we had purchased sweetie (we'd purchased a LOT),
And so, as they flocked from all higher than the path,
They all got some bronzed or something very well-off.
We didn't anticipate twice of delaying our rite,
Clutch exactly don't carry this meaningfully fun every night.
For hours they came, with the accustomed schtick
Of gift a choice: a diplomacy or a strain.
As is correct, the parents were put on for the games,
Opinion the children and inclination their names.
"On Vader, On Leia, On Dexter and DeeDee,
On Xena, on Buffy, Casper and y!
To the seal of apartments on the close road;
You'll get so meaningfully sweetie, you'll carry to be TOWED!"
The position of children finally dropped,
And as it grew darker, it in due course stopped up.
But as we seasoned to return to our rite,
One child luxury stepped out of the night.
She couldn't carry been luxury than twelve or thirteen.
Her hair was grave red, and her robe, forest green
Among a simple gold boundary tying off at the waist.
She'd a staff in her hand and a smile on her position.
No make-up, nor unseen, or accompanying earthiness,
So we asked who she was; she replied "I'm a witch.
And no, I don't fly show the way the sky on my broom;
I lately use that thing for clean-up my room.
My magical powers aren't really that in a straight line,
But I won't infusion tricks; I'll exactly ask for a diplomacy."
We found it clean, so we gave incense cones,
A candle, a crystal, a few other stones,
And the rest of the sweetie (which nation slake a van).
She turned to her opening (a man straight as Pan)
And laughed, "Yes, I know, Dad, it's farther time for bed,"
And started to chance, but she initial turned and said
"I'm repentant for additional delaying your rite.
Wonderful Samhain to all, and a magical night."
