Twas the Evening of Samhain
by Cather Steincamp
by Cather Steincamp
             'Twas the evening of Samhain, and              all through the place
             were pagans preparing the ritual space.
             The candles were set in the              corners with care,
             in hopes that the Watchtowers soon              would be there.
             We all had our robes on (as is habitual)
             and had just settled down and were              starting our ritual
             when out on the porch there arose              such a chorus
             that we went to the door, and              waiting there for us
             were children in costumes of              various kinds
             with visions of chocolate bright              in their minds.
             In all of our workings, we'd              almost forgot,
             but we had purchased candy (we'd              purchased a LOT),
             And so, as they flocked from all              over the street,
             they all got some chocolate or              something else sweet.
             We didn't think twice of delaying              our rite,
             Kids just don't have this much fun              every night.
             For hours they came, with the              time-honored schtick
             of giving a choice: a treat or a trick.
             As is proper, the parents were              there for the games,
             Watching the children and calling              their names.
             "On Vader, On Leia,
             On Dexter and DeeDee,
             On Xena, on Buffy,
             Casper and Tweety!
             To the block of apartments
             on the neighboring road;
             You'll get so much candy,
             you'll have to be TOWED!"
             The volume of children eventually dropped,
             and as it grew darker, it finally stopped.
             But as we prepared to return to              our rite,
             One child more stepped out of the night.
             She couldn't have been more than              twelve or thirteen.
             Her hair was deep red, and her              robe, forest green
             with a simple gold cord tying off              at the waist.
             She'd  a staff in her hand              and a smile on her face.
             No make-up, nor mask, or              accompanying kitsch,
             so we asked who she was; she              replied "I'm a witch.
             And no, I don't fly through the              sky on my broom;
             I only use that thing for cleaning              my room.
             My magical powers aren't really              that neat,
             but I won't threaten tricks; I'll              just ask for a treat."
             We found it refreshing, so we gave              incense cones,
             A candle, a crystal, a few other stones,
             And the rest of the candy (which              might fill a van).
             She turned to her father (a man              dressed as Pan)
             and laughed, "Yes, I know,              Dad, it's past time for bed,"
             and started to leave, but she              first turned and said
             "I'm sorry for further              delaying your rite.
Blessed Samhain to all, and a              magical night."
