Analysis of Halloween

Flaunting idle, evanescent charms

Banshees prowl, befoul, besmirch 

And stalk the streets of sense

With ghastly howl, screeching lust

For blood or ale, cheap thrills or vain

Tricks and treats; and, having wailed

Their hymns to infernal deities

And spent their foolish, wasted moments

Of concupiscence, harlotry or plain

Nescience, stagger, stupefied, to bed.
They party, then die, in shallow shade

Cast by the luminous fire 

Of commemorated saints

On this, All Hallows’, Eve.