• October light piercing through the moon filled night
    as a phantom moon shines down onto me
    with blessfull sorrows of some sweet fantasy.

    Fallen memories land back on to me
    like the dying leafs of sweet novber
    faded dreams from long ago
    drift away to seas unknown.

    As spirits call from beyound the grave
    echos speak of forgotten days

    A shallow light shines down to night
    for it is this night the night of Hallows eve