October

October: the ashes of summer and the scorpion's sting
 Embrace the naked moon of Halloween
 It's October again
 The autumn leaves are dead
 The sun makes way for the bales of hay
 To silhouette the dead
 It's October again
 Orange mates with the ground that breaks
 As tree tops twist and bend
 The crows eat meat of the long lost meek
 And the dark is dressed in red
 Something in the air is like a lure
 Listen closely hear it stir
 The sleeping souls are waking and concur
 It's time for Halloween
 It's October again
 Through Mesmer's eyes
 Lost dreams arise
 And visit like old friends
 The crows eat meat of the long lost meek
 And the dark is dressed in red
 A farewell feast where the guests, deceased,
 Are vibrant and well fed
 Something in the air...