Even though I come from a country that does not really celebrate Halloween it would not be acceptable if I did not at least put up anything for such an iconic holiday so I decided to share Lovecraft’s lesser known poem about Halloween
|The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.
For the village dead to the moon outspread
A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
So here again stretch the vale and plain
And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,
It’s safe to say that poetry was not his strongest side but it still is a great poem and I really enjoyed it.
Found on: http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/poetry/p267.aspx