All Soul's Night
Mist among gravestones, moonlit night
All Hallow’s Eve, the pumpkin’s ripe
The wizard puffing on his pipe
Shadow of wings against the night
Shades of the departed, out of sight
Mourning the dead, tears now wipe
Mist among gravestones, moonlit night
All Hallow’s Eve, the pumpkin’s ripe
Light in the darkness, the lantern bright
Held high by Hermit, flickering stripe
The veil is thin, the moment ripe
All shall be well, they whisper, quiet
Mist among gravestones, moonlit night
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