Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Howling Inn

Clashing of the old iron gates
of the years they left behind
whispers on the silent wind
words carry on by
Wondering souls gather
delight in their eyes
hunger of the night
fills their hearts desire
Feeding full of want
thirsty for the fill
years of all this happens
giving us a chill
Open up your doors
invite let us in
we wont trick or treat you
we wont stand and stare
Clashing of the clouds
bursting open moon light
souls of those who have passed
it is Halloween at last
Ready for a fright 

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