1 October 2012
The sun is hiding
The moon is shining
The sky blue
Now turns black
The stars whimper
Afraid of what they see
It is the month
The month of all scare
And no love
The time to dance on graves
As the candlelight flickers
The wax slowly melts
Seeping into the ground
To awaken all
It's eerie glow
Lightens little
Threatening to extinguish
In the sudden chill
They stalk by the glow
Of a candle
Waiting for it to run down
Like liquid tentacles
In a puddle of maroon
That comes alive
Shackling its victim
Making them scream
A simple kill all done with
A candle and its glow
Candlelight • Opuss № I