Don’t go out tonight
My grandmother said to me,
Samhain is a time of fear,
But especially when in the trees.
One had gone missing already
And children must be kept in doors,
For spirits roam the grounds at night,
But those are all but lores.
I was foolish to dismiss her words
And venture into the wood,
No one could hear me that night,
They could only see my blood.
Now I roam the trees on Samhain nights,
Where I wait for two children in the dark,
To take them away from the light.
By Soraya Thorne-Smith