🎃👻🦇🌙Tis Halloween!!!

🎃 The Haunted Harvest Gate

Beneath a moon of violet fire,
A haunted gate stood wrought in stone,
Its arches carved with secrets
The autumn wind had always known.

Follow me if you will...through the haunted un-hallowed gates... into a spectral realm...dark obsidian ghosts pour through the entrance like black smoke. Here - layered shadows of glowing jack-o'-lanterns burn in brilliant orange, yellow, and fiery red clusters around the gate

Richly colored autumn leaves scatter across ornate stone - and purple moonlight glows above, between the darkness and the glowing pumpkins. A dramatic scene of sculptural realism, colorful gothic fantasy, and frightful haunting artistry.

From beyond the threshold's ancient seam,
Where daylight dared no longer roam,
Dark ghosts spilled forth
Like smoke escaping a forbidden home.

They drifted through the sculpted night,
Silent as grief, cold as the icy dead,
Their tattered edges trailing shadows
Through hollows where the stars once set.

Yet gathered at the gateway's foot,
Defiant against the spectral tide,
Blazed mighty jack-o'-lanterns bright
With golden hearts they could not hide.

Orange flames and crimson sparks,
Yellow suns in pumpkin skin,
Cast their warmth on fallen leaves
And chased the creeping darkness thin.

The stone itself seemed half alive,
Its deep-carved roses, scrolls, and lace,
Holding centuries of whispered tales
Within each weathered, ornate space.

Above, the purple moon looked down,
An ancient witness to the scene,
Watching ghost and lantern dance
Between what was and what had been.

And though the shadows crossed the gate,
And though the dead rode on the air,
The pumpkins burned with stubborn joy,
Their fiery laughter everywhere.

For every ghost that drifted forth
In robes of midnight, void, and fear,
A hundred lantern hearts replied:

"You may haunt this night...
but we still shine here." 🎃👻🌙

👻👻👻 Happy Halloween!!!