This is Halloween

HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!  

Here's a little poem for this fine Autumn day! 

To Autumn by William Blake 

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd 

With the blood of the gape, pass not, but sit

Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, 

And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,

And all the daughters of the year shall dance! 

Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

'The narrow bud opens her beauties to

The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;

Blossoms hang around the brows of Morning, and 

Flourish down the bright cheeks of modest Eve,

Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,

And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.

'The spirits of the air live in the smells

Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round

The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'

Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,

Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak 

Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load. 

I hope you all have a wonderful night filled with fun, friends, and creepy occurrences! :) 

The execution

Frankenstein, Nike, and a Kitten