Halloween

Walk through the graves on Halloween night,

the ghouls wear black, and the ghosts wear white. 

 

Memories linger of lives long dead,

and bodies sleep in a deep dirt bed.

The revelry moves to torturous tones,

screaming and moaning amid the gray stones...

The powers of darkness bring lost souls home -

never to rest; forever to roam.

Cries of passion possessed by the night;

tormented shadows, creatures of fright.

The voices of death capture howls from the wind,

this celebration’s for those who have sinned.

Restless remains and spirits arise,

then back to the ground where their future lies.