Flame and Dreams

They enchant us.... it is that time of the year...

Leaves the color of flame and dreams

Mimic the carefree laughter of our children

But when our backs are turned and the sun fades

Their impersonations turn to incantations

That whisper through our minds

As we walk the streets as dark as sin.

 

As we walk the streets as dark as sin

Wayward spirits wander over our graves

As they trail their razor sharp nails as cold as ice

Down the valleys of our stiff spines they beseech us

Hurry home children and whatever you do pay no heed

To the leaves the color of flame and dreams

 

Author's Note

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