So full was the moon on Halloween night
That the sky looked more like a pallid day
Lit by a lamp at meridian height
To chase the unruly demons away.
So bright were its orb and heavenly beams
That Morpheus himself could scarcely nap
Let alone trouble mere mortals with dreams
Under their skull's pale skeletal cap,
Akin to the lantern jack's green stemmed lid
And the candle flame which flickered beneath
Where the pumpkin gods had nightmares forbid
Or chewed to pieces on vegetal teeth!
Then by the light of All Hallow's Eve...
The folklore gods took sabbatical leave!