All Saint's Eve

The dark cool stone stands over the grave
Which shadows the ground or' of some passed soul
The piles of leaves brown, orange, yellow, red
Which scatter over the hallowed ground.
The naked trees, branches dancing, grabbing
Which scrap the dark sky and bright moon.
The cool breeze which blows around
Which through the trees makes a sound

All Saint's Eve
Lets creep, lets sing
Of everything dark
Of everything mean
All Saint's Eve
Lets spook, lets yell
Of everything horrid
Which makes you scream
All Saint's Eve