You hung a stone in moonlight
you prayed for souls, removed
but wandering the world
one night , beloved

This is a night of praise
for the mortal and the dead,
one night they meet
their fate to greet

 beginning, not ending,
with ghouls and dancing demons,
a vestige of remains,
to the party, ascending.

But we can never stop,
everything’s upended,
throw dreams on the bonfire
to begin becomes the end.

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