What lies are sort out in silence
What truth is found in a name...

Every house is aflame
On this feast of Samhain...

Molly ran away as far as the police are concerned
Rebecca went to the shop and never returned...

Scratch and scrape
Pin pricks everywhere...

In the dark doth slither and claw
A hungry servant with open maw...

A spirit in darkness brightly shone
It’s gentle kindness given...

This is it
That moment...

Gravedigger dig deep
And to soothe my soul...

No more glass
Through which we view...

Dear Mr Sandman come to me
Brew me up some royal tea...

I want to crawl out of my grave
My soul has become a slave...

Bobbing past bubbles
In the warm I’m a happy rubber duck...