Senses from the night
Recollecting the fragmented peaces
Like do thoughts.
A face, the mask
Flashing lights,
Darkness is welcomed.
The scent of a nocturnal flower
The leaves of autumn burned
Red aurora glows
Candles atop the window sill
Leading the way of the dead
The crescent of a moon
Like the halve of the orange
Left in the kitchen sink
Sweet; tingles the nose
Shadows storm within reflections of
Glass and water
Magic stirs the night
Wishes wished and wishes granted
Painted skin, a black cloak twirls
Children’s laughter from a fright
A masquerade throughout the night
Insanity is celebrated
Like the understanding of a child
The trees march on their parade
Yet still, yet movable
The moistened kiss from a roaming phantom
Whistles by unnoticed
They are all accompanied by spirits
All awakened by the eve of the hollow
Sweet sugar caresses the tongue
All deaf to the howling of the wolf
All numb from the blood suctioned
All blind to the living dead
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