All Hallows Eve

spirits wake
the crones take bones and withered skin
to dance by starlight 
feigning beauty
phoenix feather passion soon
consumed, confused
the saints dream resurrection, raise
a hymn of praise
against the silence of the night
a cowl thrown across the moon
the dying of the light

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