As the Night Darkens

This is a poem about October nights, and the foreboding people might feel about those nights.

As the night darkens,

As the passage of time quickens,

The sun sets over the passage of minutes.

As the minutes pass, the darkness thickens.

As the season of hallowed autumn beckons.

The night darkens, as the season of hallowed autumn begins.

On the 13^th of Friday, in the season of Halloween,

Time slows faster, as the days grow longer than they had been.

As the night grow darker, and the air grows colder.

As people start to prepare for the season, as their money goes faster.

The season of October is a season of joy, but also a season of fear and foreboding.

Over the hours of the days of October, a superstitious fear in people starts rising.

They are afraid of the present but also respectful of the past.

As souls live beyond what is buried in the past, which they will outlast.

As some past spirits still linger, sometimes to haunt the haunted.

Those spectres from the past may not haunt but want to unburden the burdened.

The burdened that still carry the weight of loss, which may drag them down in grief.

Though this burden can be too much of a horrid weight, so spirits try to make the pain brief.

Sometimes, in the hallowed season, on those superstitious days,

The ghosts of those who were lost will comfort those who lost them, in many different ways.

Like a celebration of ancestors, a celebration of that which we lost and moved on from.

A way to reunite with those we had lost, before passing on, to a heavenly kingdom come.

In a way, the hallowed season beckons those who are afraid and those who are sad.

To help them let go, to help them feel that the world is still a beautiful experience to be had.

Like the Day of the Dead, the hallowed season is not always one of fear, but one of joy.

A celebration of the dead, the celebration of past loved ones, whose memories we enjoy.

As the night thickens, and the hallowed season deepens.

As the hallowed days of October fast, as the leaves fall over the passing minutes.

We celebrate those who are still with us, and those that were lost to us.

But we still enjoy what we have and grieving over out losses.

The losses of the souls we once loved before they are gone.

Be grateful for what you currently have before they pass on. 

Author's Note

This is a poem about the forebodingness of October nights.