One October 31st, as I walked home through the silent stillness, I was conscious of something or someone there - wherever “there” actually was. Perhaps it was just children going their rounds of “Trick or Treat” - but, perhaps not…

The land was still and quiet

And a full moon

Looked down from an untroubled sky

Upon Silence.

Walking

A strange Presence -

Or perhaps Absence

Was sensed, was felt,

Was seen

Yet unseen when sought.

An ancient, ancient memory

stirred -

From the very bones of my Race

For this was the Eve of

Samhain

The Eve of All Hallows

And Strangeness walked the Land.

© Copyright 1993 by Kevin J Mackey