All Hallows’ Eve/The Old Farmhouse

When we walked down on Halloween 

Our eyes beheld a sight—

Of figures dancing ‘round a fire 

One great big Ball of light

 

When the shadows began to part 

Oh how the moment froze!

The light fell through their Bodies thin— 

Illuminating Bones

 

Because we had to hurry quick 

The road began to fly

The smoky Wind pushed back our hair 

Until we heard my Cry—

 

My hands had disappeared, instead 

A swath of Bone appeared

A clattering of skulls was heard

All grinning to their Ears—

 

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