Once upon All Hallows Eve, I sat idle, my aim to achieve
Something for a blog that would not so greatly bore.
While I sat, almost sleeping, there came a guilt, gently creeping,
Creeping like a ghost through me to my core.
‘Damn,’ Thought I, ‘why could I not have prepared myself before?’
‘Prepared myself for more Halloween decor?’
Ah, distinctly I remember, back in August and September,
When I should have begun many a design for Halloween art galore.
Instead I was busy crafting, with pen and paper busy drafting,
Other projects not related to the festival I so adore.
A festival I should have seen approaching at the fore,
Those months are gone for evermore.
The ideas I should have completed, and mediums I could have greeted
With the passion of one who treated All Hallows as a secret amour.
Instead I sit here much dejected, feeling guilty and rejected,
Because I neglected to make plans long enough before.
Because I didn’t pay attention to the calendar lore.
I can only blame myself for evermore.
So what will I share this chill October, when what is lacking makes me sober,
So sobered by the dearth of Halloween projects upon my floor?
At the present what I can relate are so few things done for this date,
Things not so well accomplished as in former days of yore.
Only a handful of sad little projects to explore.
So few things to share therefore.
The first such project I did conclude was one I thought a little crude,
A costume of a charming lion for a niece whom I do adore.
Crocheted mane, ears, tail and feet, for a child so naïve and sweet,
Who has nightly practiced her mighty lion’s roar.
She doesn’t know auntie would rather be arm deep in phony gore,
Or reading about a raven named Nevermore.
Then I turned a gloomy eye to a sweater I have long decried.
I must embroider this offensive garment so I do not deplore
The wearing of such a cloth, but might I not design a motif so goth,
Like the spider’s webs I sew upon the breast of this I wore?
‘Tis worlds better than it was before.
Although I wish it ‘twere much more.
Lastly in this Halloween farce I sought to carve a Jack so sparse,
Only something a comrade might not deem an eyesore.
A flash of knife on pumpkin rind, towards the bizarre I am inclined,
And so I shape this Hallow’s lantern with an alien door.
One, a ship and the other a twinned horror,
To light the stoop of my front door.
That is all I can now say, All Hallows Eve has come this day.
I was not prepared this year, although I do implore
Do not judge me by just one night, I still have much insight,
And there are many more crafts I can explore,
And come next year I will restore,
My love of Halloween, for evermore.
-Lyzard (Channeling Poe)
