Goblins on the doorstep,
phantoms in the air,
owls on witches' gateposts
giving stare for stare,
cats on flying broomsticks,
bats against the moon,
stirrings round of fate-cakes
with a polemn spoon.
Whirling apple parings,
figures draped in sheets,
dodging, disappearing,
up and down the streets,
jack-o'-lanterns grinning,
shadows on a screen,
shrieks and starts and laughter
this is Halloween !
(Dorothy Brown Thompson)
~~...einsam wandere ich durch die Nacht, die Orte des Zwielichts sind meine Heimat...~~
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~~...einsam wandere ich durch die Nacht, die Orte des Zwielichts sind meine Heimat...~~