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Bonfires Burning

The first kiss of Autumn
As the leaves tumble to the ground
When the first full moon of October
Silently creeps without a sound

Summer's Hell is leaving
With the first caress of the chill
The scorching sun is at last over
When shadows glide over the hill

I find myself in bonfires burning
When the dead come calling with no warning
The old wagon's wheels keep on turning
I find myself lost in lanterns burning

The cold chill of death
Reminds me of gravestones
Fevered nights
And the dreaded voice on the phone

"She has died"

Battles fought over wine
Spilled on carpets, a crimson stain
Candles burn when hearts cease to so so
The cutting breeze reminds the pain

I dread carpets of fog
Memories hide in the mist
The moonlight seems to be in mourning
Remember the taste of her kiss

I find myself in bonfires burning
When the dead come calling with no warning
The old wagon's wheels keep on turning
I find myself lost in lanterns burning

Absolute quiet
When ghouls leave with laughter
Candied bliss
At last, when I swing from rafters