Tis a day that comes once a year, when the darkness befalls all the land,
When the sun sets early and the dead and alive and walking this earth
again,
All around us the spirits speak in riddles and they sing in rhymes,
Thier songs, so dark and powerful, send chills up and down our spines,

All Hallows Eve, the veil is thin and weak, the Otherworlds revealed,
And when the sun rises, the ghostly forms dissapear and the door is sealed,
But in darkness they are alive and dancing all about us in the mystic
moonlight,
They are thoes with knowledge beyond our own, and we are joined in the
night,

Candles are lit and gravyards are crowded with the dead and thoes still
alive,
Drums and fluts are sounded and fires are lit as a lantern-light guide,
Respectful ones bring grifts, dressed all in mourning and garlands blood
red,
Only once comes a night when two worlds are united, on this day of the dead.





 
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