All Hallows Eve approaches
it's utter darkness calls
Drawing me into it's mystical embrace.
Autumn's full moon summons night's creatures
as it shines eerily upon my face.
From October's moonlit shadows
they no longer hide, roaming
secretly among the unknowing living
as the planets align
by the swift hand of fate.
...As I patiently wait.
...Utter darkness calls
with silent whispers, anew,
I.. Am Waiting For You
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