THE DREAM...

Many centuries ago, 

when women were thought to have

 only one purpose in the world,

 a young lady 

walked the earth 

until her boots were covered in dust

 and mostly worn through,

 to peddle a dream 

that she had held 

all of her life...

She walked over mountains 

and along snaking streams, 

knocking on doors 

to peddle her dreams. 

 As she became older,

 and older she got,

 she was about to give up

 until that one 

infamous knock...

And many centuries later - now -

You know the rest of the story:

A very old woman 

Walked up to the door

What did she want

What was she here for

The talk in the neighborhood

That was going around

Was of ghosts and goblins

But not a one could be found

The streets were all empty

The windows gone black

The doors were all closed

And the curtains hung slack

No one wanted to know

Why the old woman was there

She had once come so often

Now, no one listened or cared

Until at one certain cottage

The door opened a creak

And a small, tiny figure

Spoke out with a shriek

I'm so happy to meet you

I've been waiting awhile

Come in, have some tea

And I'll make your

 Journey worthwhile

I want to be like you

And fill your old shoes

I think we can do it

If we so choose

I know you have tried

This idea in the past

But it's time for a new one

One that might last

There could be candy and games

Some tricks and some treats

Everyone could wear costumes

As they walk down the streets

The Old Woman

Even though she was weary

Took the girl by the hand

And looked through eyes that were teary

She told her of dreams

 she had dreamed in the past

But was so afraid

 that the dreams would not last

Until she happened along

 this very dark night

To a small little cottage

 that held so much light

And that

My dear friends

Is how on one very dark night

The Halloween Story

Came to take flight

Now on one night a year

If you look up to the sky

You will see specters on broomsticks

As they go flying by

And thanks to a little girl

From so long ago

An Old Woman's dream

Was heard and made so

...The Cottage Witch...

Shadows of a thousand years

Rise again unseen,

Voices whisper in the trees

'Tis nye on Halloween.

Dexter Kozen

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