when rainfall batters barren earth
and wind comes in through hollow drapes;
when the moon hides in shrouded berth
and shadows dance in ghostly shapes;
listen for the knowing silence
to find your friends amoung the dead
and hear them with a spirit sense
like the voice inside your head.
welcome them for this one day
and do not shun their presence;
give thought to what they have to say
for they and you share essence.
and when the morning comes again
and the layers of darkness shallow
give thought to how your life shall be
when next year comes All's Hallow.
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