All gather'd here in dusty nave;
the graveyard still, so now we brave
the presence of the king of fright,
who comes to dance in silver light.
Jack o' Lantern: all Hallow's Knave.
As evil seeps in darkened wave,
we gather here, our souls to save.
As we, the dead, renounce his blight.
All gather'd here...
And so our ghosts lift from the grave,
open tombs a stygian cave.
For now it is that time of night
we dance macabre, wail and fight.
To battle darkness' autumn slave
All gather'd here.
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A Gift in the Dark
Short StoryA collection of paranormal, horror and fantasy short stories woven around old legends, odd characters, the occasional werewolf and the darkness within, some of which have been published or picked up the odd award. There are things you cannot see u...
