Night of Shadows and Mournful Cries

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Close your eyes, and imagine -- October 31st, Halloween night. Dusk has descended. And the moon sits high in the blackened sky, casting its silvery shroud over the awakening shadows that roam the night as ghosts and ghouls in search of creatures with souls and hearts too weak to hear the rumblings of the approaching harvesters and ravagers that blend into the darkness and the disquiet of their chosen night.

NIGHT OF SHADOWS AND MOURNFUL CRIES

By Al Garcia

Close your eyes, and imagine -- October 31st, Halloween night.  Dusk has descended.  And the moon sits high in the blackened sky, casting its silvery shroud over the awakening shadows that roam the night as ghosts and ghouls in search of creatures with souls and hearts too weak to hear the rumblings of the approaching harvesters and ravagers that blend into the darkness and the disquiet of their chosen night.

It is the children that they seek.  So innocent and pure.  So gullible and trusting, even of faceless shadows that seem to lure them into the midst of their unworldly circle of deceit.  For tonight is Halloween.  When the sounds and sights of long-gone times and forgotten nameless souls come out to play and touch the unclaimed human cores of innocence and purity.  And with cold outstretched disfigured hands, the shadows stroke the giggling and laughing caricatures of what once had been.  And it is then that there are mournful cries in the night, when the shadows remember how once they too could feel the texture of life as it used to be.  And they hear the merriment and glee of children of all ages as they scurry in the darkness, going house-to-house, seeking treasures that will delight them, and hoping to see eerie and ghostly specters in the night that will stir their imaginations. 

But it is the night of the shadows.  Living shadows that come to life for one brief moment on Halloween.  Shadows that mourn and cry and weep, alone and in solidary pain and agony.  Unheard and unseen, but for a brief instance when someone may accidently glimpse a movement where nothing was, or a fading outline of a face or hand or outstretched arm that dissolves in the blink of an eye.  But for one brief instant the shadows become real again.

Too many roaming specters of our past, deprived of the eternal sleep of timelessness, cling to the vestiges of lives denied.  They wander through the dark and gloom that never ends, seeking to escape the void that forever binds their soul.  And it is Halloween that offers shadows freedom from the abyss of their tortured and anguished spectral existence in a reality of abandoned dreams. 

Halloween is the gate that opens once a year to let the shadows find their way to where they belong -- a place to rest and find the peace and strength to reignite the burning flame that lights the soul and lifts the spirit and the force to a place beyond the rainbow.  To a time before the darkness shattered the innocence and wiped away the hopes and dreams that never came to be.  And it is the night of shadows and mournful cries that bring out the shadows and the ghosts and ghouls in search of innocence lost.

Look for the shadows in the night.  Listen to the sounds that the night reveals.  Hear the silent screams that wake the memories and the ghosts of times and faces that linger in our minds and souls.  Be wary of the cold and clammy touch you thought you felt, or the voiceless sound you heard call out your name.  Look into the night and see the eyes that share back at you.  They are they shadows of unfinished lives.

Halloween night is the night of shadows and mournful cries.  It is the night when shadows can touch our souls and feel the rhythm of our beating hearts.  It is the night their mournful cries can cease to pierce the quiet harmony of our reflections and contemplations. 

It is Halloween and dusk descends, and the approaching night reveals the silvery moon that awakes the shadows that roam the night.  It is a night of ghosts and ghouls and children giggling and laughing in delight.  It is the joining of the innocence of life with unfinished dreams disguised as shadows in the night. 


Submitted: May 30, 2021

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