The writing of Fiction akin to an Art. An Art i, Shiro know lil’ of. Off
and now aways from My comforts zones. I am. Here. To writ. Write so
downs, Fictionise whatever comes up. In Mind. Mine. With this and that in mind
and Our World Legends Themed still therein and thereof. There is this. This
Fictitious Legend Combo + Dedication to those high and low
Emotions that such ‘tween Days do so bring. Out.
All in ‘tween. Also.
Holy Days. Holidays.
The Hallow Days.
All Hallows Day.
The Hallows in ‘tween.
I ate The Pumpkin. Soup.
Most of IT.
Here’s a Taste of what. IT left. Right
and Then. A Night.
Sam Hains Did Run.
in Mind. Mine. Herein. Begins. Belows.
of Sam Hains.
She had to go.
She had to run.
Night was coming. Rains too.
Tonight. Was THAT Night.
That Night was Here. Now.
Closing in quick, Deep upon Her.
Tonight. Was THEIR NIGHT.
The Night That Devils Dance. Openly.
Grabbing, tucking, pinning Skirt in one smooth motion.
Already near full speed when the Rains misted down.
A New Moon. Though Clouds had closed that in.
Shivering, inside and out. She ran on.
Recalling those horrid Tales of This Night.
How those caught out.
Were so mis-treated.
Things so shamefully done.
Only trickled whispers were so passed down.
‘Twas then, just as She thought of.
She Felt. IT. Close.
Behind Her. Close.
Almost, not quite Soundless. IT. Was There.
Though the Night Cooling.
She could already Feel IT’s Heat as IT so Neared.
Strong. With Power.
Everybody Knew. Everybody Said.
IT Was Their Night, Their Might.
She moved This Way. Then That.
Stealing a quick glance.
Over and around the Shoulder.
Eyes drawn, catching,
holding in Sight.
A Single Eye. IT.
Balefully, beaming. Her Way.
Wind whistled in Her Ears as She now so frantically raced.
Whipping, biting. Ankles, Shins with Wind-spray, Sand, Shore.
Not too far ahead. Just a lil’ more.
She ran. On.
As She slowed, Turning, following the Path. IT almost Touched Her.
She accelerated those Few, Last Steps.
A Grab, then Turn.
A Slam and Click.
Leaning back against the Door, allowing Mind and Body to Relax.
Letting what had run, run it’s course. Settled.
Patting and Wiping at Her Clothes and Self. Till,..
The Door Chimed. Did so Ring. Then.
Ready Now. She was NOT going to be caught out.
On Their Night.
She So Knew.
What was to be next and done.
She Knew What She Had To Do. Now.
Reaching for, then so taking hold of what She had prepped early.
The Wood went warm in Her Hands.
Just Right. For Such a Night.
She had so just Run.
In One Hand, with the Other.
ever so, slowly.
To so Hear a Howl erupt,
a chilling soulful, yet now plaintive rhetorical cry.
Childish, Pleading. Persistent.
“… HALLOWEEN… TRICK OR TREAT…”
She looked Up.
Straight at IT.
As many Hands made Light Work of the Sweet Contents.
In The Wood-Bowl She so Handed over and down.
One Shiny, Moving Direct Lens. Up there.
She wondered as She so Watched.
Out There still.
That Leading Light.
That did and so.
Light Her and Others Ways.
For the Twists and Turns of a Life are many.
A Life of a Light-House Keeper’s Daughter.
On such a Night.
Late from School.
The Run Home.
On such a Night.
The Night of Halloween.
Took Many Steps.
Ups n Downs.
Ins + Outs.
She Smiled. Now.
She had run.
She Was Home.
Time to Change.
the Nomen thereof:
the Mid-Point of the Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice. This usually
marked the End of the Harvesting Season, A Change of Seasons
and Times. A Times and Places
of Death. Celebrations thereof. The Celtic Day begins and ends at Sunset. A
Peoples and Community
following the Lunar Calendar System. The Twilight Times Begins the Day. There.
The onset of Seasonal Winter akin to a New Year. The “… Fall…”
clean up done and dusted by,
on, before and during the Daytime of the 31st.
Celebrations at the Sunset onset in deed. Spoken of as a GREAT SABBAT. Oft
considered Pagan though this Term problematical. POV Mine.
Herein. Communal Ceremonies invariably utilise Fire. Bon-Fires the norm. Sacred
Fire used to Cleanse and as Divine Offerings. Other Activities, such as;
Circular-, Wheel-, Cycles-, Poles-…
-Dancings, Story-telling, Mimes, Songs sung, Prose posed, Play Acts,
Sacrifices, Offerings. Festivities. Ancient Ancestors…
ALL THE DEAD… were Honored, Recalled in Our World, Legends
and Tales… re-Told. Many
left Food, Sweets and Drinks on Graves, Places of Memoriam or Power. Fancy
Clothes, Costumes, Parades, Dressing as Angels or Devils,
Giving and Taking. Life Shared. Communally.
For those who included such as the Roman Goddess
in Their Celebrations;
POMPONA… Apples were Bobbed. For. As well.
Our World Legends.
Work through those Fears.
Live Your Dreams. As well, well as.
Holy Days. Are Here.
Simply Enjoy. That.
A Change. Halloween’s Samhain of the Heart.
Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..
i, Shiro that is.
With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.
If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.
To Be So Writ. Herein.