| Costumes We dress up in our finest Play trick and treat all year In fear they might find us And blow our cover clear Clear out the camouflage We wear from 9 to 5 Blow away the cobwebs, large The masks in which we thrive As daily horrors take their toll Protected in our shroud Carve ourselves a pumpkins soul Befitting of the crowd Awaiting strokes of midnight Where souls and hearts can turn And under Halloween’s light Glisten bright and burn And shine for a brief respite A moonlit hallows eve With silver, balanced, spun right As players loom and weave Swaying ‘tween the shadows That play ‘tween dusk and morn Mourning as the whistle blows …and pumpkins fall at dawn |