Fear, not the sound of wind in the trees, it is only their call that comes in the breeze... Fear not the shudder that seems to pass, for it is All Souls Night; Halloween at last. Now, that they rise and walk in the cold, let us warm their blood, give youth to the old... Let them see us dancing in the grass, for it is All Souls Night; Halloween at last. Just a thrill of the old remembered pain to kindle a flame in our frozen veins. Just a touch and a sight and a floating apart as the chill of the dawn will strike every heart... Until their lips drawn close; so long unkissed. They forget theyre mist in the mist. Fear not the shudder that seems to pass, for it is All Souls Night; Halloween at last. Fear not the shudder that seems to pass, for it is All Souls Night; Halloween at last...
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 10:23:24 +0000
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