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All Hallows' Eve

from Here There Be Demons by The Crows Of Albion

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Old woman lives in an old house on her own – no one visits here – except for one evening in the year when she is the centre of attention that she doesn’t seek. So she waits for the knock on the door – and then gives them the treat they deserve – is she a witch – or just an old woman being harassed? – you decide..

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All Hallows' Eve

Gnarled tree roots claw from the ground
scratching over disturbed graves.
Pumpkins grin their toothless snarl,
fleshy tongues of seed and fibre.
The spectral drift of chilling mist
that prods and pokes at exposed flesh.
Somewhere a creature of the dark night
mewls in whimpering ecstasy

Dank leaves of autumn line the paths
as little demons run around
dodging from house to pretty house
until the cottage on the hill
is all that’s left to fill their buckets.
Greed overcomes the gnawing fear,
they jostle to avoid the choice
of who will trespass the witches lair

The children come in squealing terror
wrapped in clothes of heavy gauge
their flashlights shaking from the cold
that permeates their winter coats.
A brave one steps up to the door
and taps upon it, breath held tight,
the others cower by the gate
and watch for movement in the house

She sits and stirs a boiling pot
that gurgles, splutters, coughs and gargles,
into it she drops dark things
that wriggle to escape the boiling.
Muttering in ancient words
that coil and twist as if alive.
Moonlight seeps from broken panes
washing all in filthy light.

There are no mirrors in this house,
no beauty, flowers, scent or joy,
only dust and memories
of days when things were not this way.
She has lived for many years
alone except upon this night
when company knocks at her door
and welcomes all she keeps inside.

Her smile is ancient and all knowing,
she cocks her head and sniffs the air
“Young flesh come to my humble door”
creaks from her lips of brittle leaves.
She stands and stoops to turn the latch,
a wet chuckle for inhaled breath
she catches from the other side
as slowly swings the opening door.

Come face to face with all his fears,
her hair of cobwebs blowing wild
upon the chill October air.
He turns to run but cannot move,
his friends scream loud and run away
never looking back to see
the treat bestowed upon the fool
who disturbed her on this hallows eve.

credits

from Here There Be Demons, released September 30, 2015
WORDS: Ian Whiteley
MUSIC: Martin Heaton

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