Beneath October’s moonlit skies,
where shadows dance and spirits rise,
Halloween calls with mysteries near—
magic awaits beyond our fear.
The air hums soft, the veil grows thin,
whispers drift like leaves within.
Lanterns flicker, secrets gleam,
worlds entwine between the seen.
A footstep falls on dew-kissed ground,
each echo stirs an ancient sound.
Not all that stirs is meant to scare—
some ghosts just linger for the air.
A child with courage, candle bright,
wanders into autumn’s night.
The path bends strange, the stars align,
a lesson waits in every sign.
Through trembling woods and golden haze,
old truths emerge in newer ways.
The dark, it seems, is not unkind—
it only asks that we not blind.
For every fear that wears a mask,
is only light’s unfinished task.
And when we look with steady eyes,
the night reveals where wisdom lies.
So walk this eve with heart awake,
each chill and rustle, gift to take.
For magic isn’t just the air—
it’s courage meeting what was there.
Happy Halloween!
