On All-Hallow's Eve
When the veil is thin
See the leaves turn bloody
Feel the winds seep in
You act out your fears
You indulge your sins
You release your demons
From the cages within
This is as it should be
Though it chills your skin
If you seek renewal
Let the spell begin
This cross-quarter day
Let the darkness win
Listen for the whispers
Of your long dead kin
From the mortal coil
Oldest souls unleashed
Speaking from the beyond
Long ago deceased
How their stories echo
How their spirits rise
They know all your secrets
and your wickedest lies
Still these souls keep watch
Guardians of the night
Mortal fools take solace
In their ghostly light
death
March of the dead
One quarter million of souls have conscripted since spring.
An army of the beloved joins the march of the dead.
The still-living bereaved wail in protest of this draft.
And are met with denial, derision, and doubt.
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Tell those losers they’re lying and lazy and shrill!
We must keep the crowds coming, hear them cheer, feel the roar!
Keep the thing makers making! Let the revelers reel!
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So the risens ranks swell, each soul-dier armed with the truth.
And their loved ones are left to raise hell here on earth.
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