So…we don’t live

Glowing figures waltz sublime

Long slide horn keeping time

Turning circles, having fun

All Hallows Eve has begun

The fog is thick and hip high

Song starts with a banshee’s cry

Wolf responds, sad and lonely

Witch cackles with her crony

A perfectly eerie night

Wind vicious enough to bite

Flame-hued leaves hang by a thread,

A drop from becoming dead

This time of year empowers

The leaves come down in showers

Spirits glide beneath the trees,

Nights away from a yearly freeze

And I am amongst my own

At home with a ghastly moan

A spirit, pale as the moon,

Dancing to a haunting tune

Swaying; at one with the mist

Loving this October tryst

Lonely would be without you;

Solo dancing wouldn’t do

 Say you’ll never ride the light

We can dance every night

We’ll link hands over headstones

We can waltz past ugly crones

Lonely wolves can sing timber

While the trees lose their glimmer

A graveyard with life to give

Living life…though we don’t live

Copyright October 15, 2009 – Sheila Roy