All Hallows Eve in three days

The Night ‘Fore Hallowmas

When many men choose to sleep,
the night lives on with potent deep.
There darkness surrounds with fear and fright,
the night passes with strength and might.
A time of darkness when daylight slumbers.
A season of twilight when the nether world creeps.
A candle in the darkness, a luminary light.
Cast shadows of darkness into that black deep.
Where the soul of night lives on, without fear or fright.

The man of light fears the life of night.
He cowers in the twilight hours
when his sense of sight fails him.
And goes not into that good night,
where the fear of dark death rails him.

The land of stars, the kingdom of the moon.
This faerie time, the night’s noon.
Directs ever and anon to the Stygian river,
where the other side is seen, felt with a shiver.
The flow is breached just once a year,
so the shades of men may pass.
To walk the earth as they once did,
on the night ‘fore Hallowmas.