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14 Days Until Halloween


Happy spawning day to vulpine137, and thanks to lizziebelle for today's very eerie and appropriate picture.

Librivox is feeling the October spirit. The site has some unabridged narrations of Halloween-appropriate works newly available for free download:


Speaking of the October spirit, Mark Tatulli's daily comic strip Liō definitely is in Halloween mode:

Lio Halloween Comic

Read more Liō here.


Text of the Day: It doesn't get more chilling than this: "The Haunted Oak" by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906).

Pray why are you so bare, so bare,
Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
Runs a shudder over me?

My leaves were green as the best, I trow,
And sap ran free in my veins,
But I say in the moonlight dim and weird
A guiltless victim's pains.


They'd charged him with the old, old crime,
And set him fast in jail:
Oh, why does the dog howl all night long,
And why does the night wind wail?

He prayed his prayer and he swore his oath,
And he raised his hand to the sky;
But the beat of hoofs smote on his ear,
And the steady tread drew nigh.

Who is it rides by night, by night,
Over the moonlit road?
And what is the spur that keeps the pace,
What is the galling goad?

And now they beat at the prison door,
"Ho, keeper, do not stay!
We are friends of him whom you hold within,
And we fain would take him away

"From those who ride fast on our heels
With mind to do him wrong;
They have no care for his innocence,
And the rope they bear is long."

They have fooled the jailer with lying words,
They have fooled the man with lies;
The bolts unbar, the locks are drawn,
And the great door open flies.

Now they have taken him from the jail,
And hard and fast they ride,
And the leader laughs low down in his throat,
As they halt my trunk beside.

Oh, the judge, he wore a mask of black,
And the doctor one of white,
And the minister, with his oldest son,
Was curiously bedight.

Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
'Tis but a little space,
And the time will come when these shall dread
The mem'ry of your face.

I feel the rope against my bark,
And the weight of him in my grain,
I feel in the throe of his final woe
The touch of my own last pain.

And never more shall leaves come forth
On the bough that bears the ban;
I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead,
From the curse of a guiltless man.

And ever the judge rides by, rides by,
And goes to hunt the deer,
And ever another rides his soul
In the guise of a mortal fear.

And ever the man he rides me hard,
And never a night stays he;
For I feel his curse as a haunted bough,
On the trunk of a haunted tree.

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eldritchhobbit
Oct. 18th, 2010 07:56 pm (UTC)
Isn't it a great poem?

LOL! I love your description of the comic. So true! :D
lizziebelle
Oct. 17th, 2010 01:53 pm (UTC)
Have you heard of the Halloween Tarot deck? It just occurred to me that it's something that might make you squee. http://www.usgamesinc.com/product.php?productid=523

It's my favorite deck. :)
eldritchhobbit
Oct. 18th, 2010 07:56 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I hadn't heard of this! Thanks so much for the link. :)
vulpine137
Oct. 17th, 2010 05:10 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the spawning day wishes :)
eldritchhobbit
Oct. 18th, 2010 07:56 pm (UTC)
My pleasure!
wiredwizard
Oct. 17th, 2010 11:50 pm (UTC)
Liō spends about 90% of the year in Halloween mode. That's part of what makes it fun. =)
eldritchhobbit
Oct. 18th, 2010 07:57 pm (UTC)
Yes! That's it exactly. :)
elvenjoy
Oct. 18th, 2010 01:50 am (UTC)
Oh wow... That poor tree... what an amazing poem.
eldritchhobbit
Oct. 18th, 2010 07:57 pm (UTC)
I agree 100%.
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