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There’s something else you may not know


About the world of your shadow


I do not mean to contradict-


But dearest darling, you’ve been tricked


 


Because you’ve read our shadow lore


You know they come in sets of four


and almost always stay unseen-


except, of course, on Shadoween.


 


For Shadoween’s a holiday


Where every shadow comes to stay


And roam around our earthly plane


In human form with human name


 


So on October thirty-first


They’re all among our kind dispersed


They venture forth from their dark home


The Noondays, Longrays, Midlights, and Gloam.


 


It starts with Longrays, tall and proud


An excellent and cultured crowd


They come at dawn to greet the day


And in the dusky hours play


 


And once the sun is up and bright


You may run into your Midlight-


Who with a smile and shifting frame


Will somehow seem to know your name


 


How Noondays love their Shadoween!


This day to break the dull routine


When in the sun they all cavort


(but still remain so very short)


 


But if there were a shadow caste


Who wait most for October’s last


To have a chance to leave their home


That group would surely be the Gloam


 


On Shadoween the night is long


And full of joy, replete with song


It’s the one day of every year


When nighttime is the most revered


 


In our dark cities, in our towns


The Gloam come out and poke around


And no one gives them any fuss


We look like them, they look like us.


 


So if you’re lucky you may see


A shadow-person walking free


Just be a friend and say hello


You’ll make their night before they go. 


 

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