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All Hallows Eve

Late one Hallows Eve, just before midnight
Out there in the field, I saw a faint light
I watch figures move, so little to see
What are they doing, whoever can they be

Into the forest, this troop disappeared
What are they doing, they acted so weird
I opened the door, eyes look hard straining
To see through the mist, no sight remaining

I sat there staring, I must go and see

I look for the light, I need to guide me
I head for the woods, I have to find out
Who are the people, there walking about

What can folks do here, so late in the night
I dare not intrude, or give them a fright
I see in the trees, a glow up ahead
Looks like a fire, so slowly I tread

The beat of a drum, my hand cups my ear
Low sound of chanting, strange things did I hear
The closer I came, the scene got clearer
I dare not move now, or get any closer

People are dancing, a great blazing fire
Sway with a rhythm, toss off their attire
Fixated I was by, such erotic display
I could not believe, people acted this way

Someone behind me, gave out the alarm
I felt someone grab, my foot and my arm
They dragged me screaming, into the clearing
Burn him they yelled, roast us a pigling

Fear had me pleading, oh please let me leave
I won't tell a soul, please can't you believe
I was only curious, about what I saw here
Please let me go now, they seemed to not hear

I'll get a shovel, one said to the throng
No one will find him, if nothing looks wrong
We'll dig us a hole, and bury him alive
Dig a hole so deep, and he'll never survive

I lay there shaking, lord what can I do
Will this be my end, I'm begging to you
I'm going to die, put down in the ground
My heart was beating, so scary the sound

Along side the fire, they started digging
Each one took their turn, I felt fear building
The gaping hole done, they gathered around
All waiting for me, to be put the ground

They picked up my body, and threw me down deep
I felt that cold dirt no time left to weep
They shoveled the earth, it crashed on my head
The weight of the dirt, was heavy as lead

Choking and gasping I'm fighting for air
Who are these people who don't even care
I died that evening only witness the moon
Life quickly shortened my future a ruin

That is what happened, the end of my story
There's no moral here, no searching for glory
I'm now just a ghost, a curse my last breath
I'll find those people and scare them to death

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