“Meeting the Dead…”: A poem by J’Rie Elliott

Meeting the dead…
by J’Rie Elliott







The night is dark, and the moon is bright—

The veil is going to lift tonight.

Where angels fly and demons dwell—

The beauty of heaven, the depths of hell—

The scary will for tonight be fun,

As children dress up and play and run.

They’ll ask for candy and say “trick or treat”

As they scamper down the street.

But those who know the reason why

We dress in costume and try to hide—

Will tell you to be wary and watch out and see,

You may meet the dead on All Hallows Eve.
J’Rie Elliott is a mother, wife, daughter, and accomplished horseback rider from Alabama, USA. She can be reached at dixiepoet@gmail.com