By Sandy Nichols

Time has not forgotten this hallowed ground where often we still walk,
And rotting old trees still hold shadows where witches and warlocks still stalk,
And scattered ashes in disarray,
A roaring fire last flickering light,
Reflecting off darken clouds of a soon to be stormy night
Music and eerie chants that few people seldom hear,
And the bubbling of a cauldron they think
Can bring on such fear,
Voices that talk and sing in so many different ways,
Mortal men who happen by,
No need to worry
They won’t stay

Give us this place for just one night of the year,
Leave us alone
For You’ve nothing to fear,
On this aged ground among these trees,
For this night is ours,
All Hallows Eve