OCTOBER
The Veil of Persephone Manor
On October's first eve, as the moon starts to rise,
A glow in the distance lights up the night skies.
At Persephone Manor, where shadows hold sway,
Green, purple, and orange flicker, guiding the way.
The veil is thinning, the spirits grow near,
Drawn to the colors that beckon them here.
Through ivy-clad walls and gates of cold stone,
They’re summoned to dance where the lanterns are thrown.
The pumpkins are carved, their faces alight,
Casting long shadows that deepen the night.
Whispers of wind in the trees softly creep,
Awakening secrets that once were asleep.
At Persephone Manor, the air feels alive,
The spirits arrive, their energies thrive.
With each glowing hue, they heed the call clear,
For the veil has grown thin and their time is near.
So gather, ye mortals, and welcome the scene,
Of phantoms and magic in glimmers of green,
With purple for mystery, orange for fire,
The Manor’s aglow with the spirits' desire.
On October's first eve, where the shadows do weave,
At Persephone Manor, the spirits believe.