Halloween SMS

Stir the fire till it lowe
How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!

Men say that in this midnight hour,
The disembodièd have power
To wander as it liketh them,
By wizard oak and fairy stream.

If a man harbors any sort of fear, it makes him landlord to a ghost.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!”