Halloween Mayhem

Halloween Mayhem

Halloween Mayhem

Every October 31st when the shadows fall and the moon becomes sovereign, the boundary separating the dead from the living becomes blurred, and all manner of terrible sprites and spirits stalk the land in service of mischief, mayhem, and the delirious whims of the midnight hour.

Or at least they supposedly did in Halloweens of yore, before this ancient calendar date was hijacked by crass commercialism, cheap gimmicks, novelty masks, and a sinister abundance of pumpkins.

The poet John Keats, who was born on Halloween, once famously described Autumn as a, “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,” which conjures up succinctly the season's twilight and otherworldly nature that reaches its zenith on October 31st, after summer's vibrant hues of green bloom have turned into shades more reminiscent of blood and sunsets.