Torn winds blow against the gate
As shadows fall upon the ground...

On my way home from school one day
I saw a cardboard box...

Cast your eyes into the shadows
Fear not the darkened sword...

Upon the hollowed ground of death
Among the pillars of the night...

Don't begrudge me my God given right
To sit in the darkness and wait...

Among the ashes, they sift with haste
A soldier's gun lies there beside...

Like gentle rain they meet the breeze
Drifting through the air's own breath...

I fold the paper
Each crease with care...

The earth is cooling in the wake of summer
The trees are deeming such a festive hue...

Sometimes, It's just pure magic
The way you understand...

It wasn't just a heart he broke
That day he said goodbye...

On Halloween night, you will see them
Ghosts, Witches, Goblins, and bats...