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Samhain


Samhain, 
Turned into another’s pain.
Trial and turmoil thickly persuade,
As Samhain became All Hallows’ Eve.
Christians fight and damn the pagans from fright.
Thy will is hard,
And thine people paid the boss.
With determination the church pressed on,
“Convert the heathens”
Was the common cry.
And so the heathens’ souls were saved,
Or so the story’s told.
To the early 1970’s,
Though much happened in between,
We go to the ghoulish part,
Of this haunted holiday.
All Hallows’ Eve was now Halloween,
And children had taken over.
Terror struck,
When children died of poison candy,
And razor blades were found in caramel apples.
The little devils were held up in the loneliness of houses.
That couldn’t last long,
But the cases were quickly resolved,
Poison in candy came from the children’s own home,
And razor blade apples were just a myth.
Revolting teens caused fires during the 70’s and 80’s,
And so the night was christened,
Devil’s Night.

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