sunEdltye
Ex-Bluelighter
Walking through my street,
Engulfed in mist and the sweet smell of leaves,
Hauntings around me, yeilding for play.
The October moon casts it's spell,
The dead rise from their eternal slumber,
Night for seance and spirits are alive.
The cold air brings the feast of flesh,
Death to the crowd which occupies my neighborhood.
Nothing lives at 1AM on an October night,
For I was a guest of this Dead Mans Party.
The music was eerie, The dress was black,
Dead were their lives, but alive was their spirit.
Nothing exists on this night of passion,
No one walks away the same as before,
For the entities that dance, dance only for the afterlife.
Feasts of worms, Heads with no eyes;
Into the darkness they now come alive.
Frolic to thee chant,
Of hymn and trance;
Ghostly figures of morning dew air.
Only the nights before all Hollow's Eve,
Were the real party comes I'll be sleeping safely in my bed,
For the dead dont like guests when they perform their yearly celebration.
The night to be merry is absent at this gathering,
Anyone who dares watch better buy a grave.
Motionless like light,
And dance like fire.
Glowing from realm,
Quenching of Earthly desire.
They know what it means to be alive while dead,
Their Dead Mans Party can be silent as grave.
Fearful of their wants, howls, and cries,
I slowly crept back, where all warmth was inside.
I can never forget,
The way they all partake;
These spooks have a wish,
To play with the living.
Not everyone can see them,
They are so tricky to see.
Transparent from head to toe,
Souless from ground to sky.
Nightly passion, Playground fun.
Twilight hours, Witching sight.
Safe by the fire, Safe with my soul.
Delicate dancers deliver their soul.
I'm not sure what they do,
The other months of the year.
But from this night on,
I hope they stay clear.
When daylight breaks,
And the hourglass falls,
What can I expect?
A dusty street with leaves and fog?
Please forgive me for being confused,
My words make no sense,
But October isnt the month,
For reason and sense.
Inside my bed I lie awake,
Hoping slowly for dawn to break.
Tomorrow night is another event,
But by then I'll be away from their ghoulish tent.
Morning rose with yellow trees,
Folouge fell without a glitch.
Pumpkins sit guarding house to house,
Evil has vanished and hell brought out.
Children run and skip to class,
Getting treats of candy and customes to scare.
They never can know what happenned this night,
When the Dead rose up and started to enjoy;
Their Dead Mans Party with no bodies to play.
Evan
Engulfed in mist and the sweet smell of leaves,
Hauntings around me, yeilding for play.
The October moon casts it's spell,
The dead rise from their eternal slumber,
Night for seance and spirits are alive.
The cold air brings the feast of flesh,
Death to the crowd which occupies my neighborhood.
Nothing lives at 1AM on an October night,
For I was a guest of this Dead Mans Party.
The music was eerie, The dress was black,
Dead were their lives, but alive was their spirit.
Nothing exists on this night of passion,
No one walks away the same as before,
For the entities that dance, dance only for the afterlife.
Feasts of worms, Heads with no eyes;
Into the darkness they now come alive.
Frolic to thee chant,
Of hymn and trance;
Ghostly figures of morning dew air.
Only the nights before all Hollow's Eve,
Were the real party comes I'll be sleeping safely in my bed,
For the dead dont like guests when they perform their yearly celebration.
The night to be merry is absent at this gathering,
Anyone who dares watch better buy a grave.
Motionless like light,
And dance like fire.
Glowing from realm,
Quenching of Earthly desire.
They know what it means to be alive while dead,
Their Dead Mans Party can be silent as grave.
Fearful of their wants, howls, and cries,
I slowly crept back, where all warmth was inside.
I can never forget,
The way they all partake;
These spooks have a wish,
To play with the living.
Not everyone can see them,
They are so tricky to see.
Transparent from head to toe,
Souless from ground to sky.
Nightly passion, Playground fun.
Twilight hours, Witching sight.
Safe by the fire, Safe with my soul.
Delicate dancers deliver their soul.
I'm not sure what they do,
The other months of the year.
But from this night on,
I hope they stay clear.
When daylight breaks,
And the hourglass falls,
What can I expect?
A dusty street with leaves and fog?
Please forgive me for being confused,
My words make no sense,
But October isnt the month,
For reason and sense.
Inside my bed I lie awake,
Hoping slowly for dawn to break.
Tomorrow night is another event,
But by then I'll be away from their ghoulish tent.
Morning rose with yellow trees,
Folouge fell without a glitch.
Pumpkins sit guarding house to house,
Evil has vanished and hell brought out.
Children run and skip to class,
Getting treats of candy and customes to scare.
They never can know what happenned this night,
When the Dead rose up and started to enjoy;
Their Dead Mans Party with no bodies to play.
Evan
