Halloween

It was a dark and moody Dartmoor last Sunday, the moor was shrouded in mist and

drizzle and only the bravest warrior would venture 'up top' where they would be under the

watchful eyes of the spirits and demons of all Hallow's eve that were lurking on the

granite tors and windswept open spaces....waiting, just waiting to catch the weary

and unsuspecting traveller off guard where they would be torn from the comfort and

safety of our world and into eternal damnation of burning torment where their memory

would be but a shadow on the wind that cries "remember me...remember me, for now my

soul is one with the land and my memory is but the passing clouds, my body is the

sodden earth and my breath still whispers.....remember me, for now I am gone"