[?7hHarvest Moon

Robed, black clad figures,
Twenty in all,
Up to the mountain are climbing,
Bring the end of Fall-

November's fires burning,
Entombed spirits attracted to light,
All Hollow's Moon is rising,
The sacred daggers are ready tonight-

On a slab of stone runs the virgin's blood,
Ancient gods lapping it up in the shape of dogs,
Out of the long undisturbed tombs spirits flood,
To the night sky, covering the heavens above-

Yet in the world of mortals,
We watched the on coming storm with intrepid fear,
Every door bolted at every portal,
My wife and I shivering by the fire,
The children, wide awake in tears,
Listening to sounds only children can hear-

As I laid awake waiting,
And dreaming in perpetual thought,
Light dwindling to the door...
By the spirits I heard an ear shattering whine,
A chill ran down the floor boards,
And up my spine-

Running to the windows,
Throwing open the shutters to see...
A manlike beast passing through the sky,
Out to a chaotic sea-

A mountain of fire burning to the night,
Oh, what evil in man could ask for this twilight's
sacred boon,
If there was a God what has become of him now,
In the quickening of the Harvest Moon-


Mister E. [CiA]