Dusk's Halloween Treat.

© 2001, Foxy!


Twas a dark evening in our land and rain lashed down
On a hut, on a hillside, in Kugnae Town
Inside, silhouetted by the full moon's light
Worked a single figure, busy, this lonely night.

A grinning orange pumpkin rested there on the floor
Whilst a bulging bag of treats awaited by the door
The sack filled with acorns, chestnuts, fine snake meats;
(For in our Kingdom of Winds, we have no sweets.)

A knock on the door and a figure outside
Caused her to exclaim, "Some guests have arrived!"
With a shuffling step, gnarled walking stick in hand
She answered the call, but whom outside did stand ?

An impatient ghost, "Rez me now!" It cried !
Twas the soul of a newbie, who had carelessly died
As she stood there in silence in the night's downpour
She smiled a wry smile, "I had expected some more."

"Now honestly reply, for what I ask is no trick,
And please take your time (though I'm sure you'll be quick)."
So he answered her questions never reading what was said
For he had death piles to reclaim (and was sick of being dead).

With a shake of her head, "I should not mutter nor complain,
For the Souls of the Dead return, this night of Samhain."
So with her shamen's powers, she quelled the Soul's strife,
For is no trick that Dusk brings, but the treat of new life.