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...