Boundary Conditions
Moonlight on graves, shadows fall
Batwings flitter across the night sky
The thin reedy cry, the ghostly call
Soft as a whisper, one final sigh
Shadows of the past, linger a while
Gazing at the living, a chasm of time
Tempting the living, with all their guile
Until a midnight, a church clock chime
Time past, present, future: all is now
The thin places, where they will meet
A cat amongst the tombs, a faint meow
The Halloween cry: take trick or treat
The boundary is thin twixt living and dead
At any time, the fates could cut our thread
Moonlight on graves, shadows fall
Batwings flitter across the night sky
The thin reedy cry, the ghostly call
Soft as a whisper, one final sigh
Shadows of the past, linger a while
Gazing at the living, a chasm of time
Tempting the living, with all their guile
Until a midnight, a church clock chime
Time past, present, future: all is now
The thin places, where they will meet
A cat amongst the tombs, a faint meow
The Halloween cry: take trick or treat
The boundary is thin twixt living and dead
At any time, the fates could cut our thread
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