Witness the spirits with bonfire eyes
who linger in shadows of midnight sky.
Listen and hear it, how Death, she cries.
Her children in cemeteries, they sigh.
Welcome the voices from beyond the grave,
which speak of desires that transcend time.
Help them rejoice in the night they crave.
Your body a puppet; your soul a mime.
Answer the calling of those that have past
who now wish to enter realms of the living.
Dance for the fallen in costume and mask.
Play tricks for the treats the dead have been giving.
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Ron
Sandie