Explosions of noise and light disturb this
Cold and foggy October night when all
Should be peaceful and quiet, under shawl
Of soft and gently falling winter mist.
The sudden bursts of sparks and smoke, then howls
Of laughter, echo round the mist-soaked road
As hooded figures abide by the code
To strike, slither away and slyly prowl
Round shadowed corners on this special date,
This hallowed meeting of all things pagan
And marketed modern public playpen
For youths routinely loitering, out late.
This is the night where ancient rituals
Are usurped by lesser pack animals.