Surrounded by the forest,
shrubs and leaves,
Trees whispering to each other
The night was what it needs,
chilly,spine tickling wind
An aura of beyond,
A thought in my head
about the mystery around.
The fire glows brightly,
our hands warm and red,
It dances in all its glory,
to scare away the dead.
People are singing,
the song of the night,
the spirits are lingering
with the moon out of sight.
As my ears move away
from the sound,
the singing goes, quiet grows
My eyes look away
from the fire
The chilly night freezes my breath,
they move, quickly in stealth.
In the glow of the fire,
they know they must go
In the candesence of flames,
their story melts, you'll never know.