On All Hallow's Eve the spirits gather.
They call to us "come out and play".
A celebration of the night among the bright stars.
A moon dim from the fog wrapped around the horizon .
A dance of lights where thee shall not rest till the light of day .
The sun rises with the morning dew upon the land.
The departed are nowhere to be seen.
I awaken from my slumber with a vague remembrance of dirt between my toes and the song of spirit echoing in my head.
