HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Halloween have always been a special occasion. From what I know, Halloween is also known as Hallow Eve or the Day of the Dead. The Celtic people believed that before the start of November, spirits will emerge from the tombs and walk the earth. To scare off these spirits, scary objects are decorated and ghostly costumes are worn. For kids, it's just Trick-or-Treats.
For me, Halloween is the day where I studied the different types of ghosts such as Poltergeist, Vampires, Mummy, Zombie and blu blu blu. Blood Mary and Leprechaun are also freaky. I never believe in ghost, but I still have a minor perception that the existence of ghost is of the term coincidence. But I must say that it is rude to do funy things or disturbing the supernaturals by using hilarious methods such as the Ouija board and flashing a torch at a oak tree.
Here's a poem by John Kendrick Bangs:
The ghosts of all things past parade,
Emerging from the mist and shade
That hid them from our gaze,
And, full of song and ringing mirth,
In one glad moment of rebirth,
And again they walk the ways of earth
As in the ancient days.
The beacon light shines on the hill,
The will-o'-wisps the forests fill
With flashes filched from noon;
And witches on their broomsticks spry
Speed here and yonder in the sky,
And lift their strident voices high
Unto the Hunter's Moon.
The air resounds with tuneful notes
From myriads of straining throats,
All hailing Folly Queen;
So join the swelling choral throng,
Forget your sorrow and your wrong,
In one glad hour of joyous song
To honor Hallowe'en!
For me, Halloween is the day where I studied the different types of ghosts such as Poltergeist, Vampires, Mummy, Zombie and blu blu blu. Blood Mary and Leprechaun are also freaky. I never believe in ghost, but I still have a minor perception that the existence of ghost is of the term coincidence. But I must say that it is rude to do funy things or disturbing the supernaturals by using hilarious methods such as the Ouija board and flashing a torch at a oak tree.
Here's a poem by John Kendrick Bangs:
The ghosts of all things past parade,
Emerging from the mist and shade
That hid them from our gaze,
And, full of song and ringing mirth,
In one glad moment of rebirth,
And again they walk the ways of earth
As in the ancient days.
The beacon light shines on the hill,
The will-o'-wisps the forests fill
With flashes filched from noon;
And witches on their broomsticks spry
Speed here and yonder in the sky,
And lift their strident voices high
Unto the Hunter's Moon.
The air resounds with tuneful notes
From myriads of straining throats,
All hailing Folly Queen;
So join the swelling choral throng,
Forget your sorrow and your wrong,
In one glad hour of joyous song
To honor Hallowe'en!
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