It’s
the seventh month of the lunar year:
The stage is set, the
audience gathers round,
opera singers wail a plaintiff melodious sound,
The sloe-eyed actor, in bright-costumed glory,
with puckered scarlet lips, he weaves a story.
opera singers wail a plaintiff melodious sound,
The sloe-eyed actor, in bright-costumed glory,
with puckered scarlet lips, he weaves a story.
It’s the time when
the dead become the undead,
wandering in the world causing fear and dread,
Clothes left out at dusk are much-sought attire,
for souls to take the shape of a human nature.
wandering in the world causing fear and dread,
Clothes left out at dusk are much-sought attire,
for souls to take the shape of a human nature.
Food and drink are
left to satisfy their hunger,
they’ve missed much in their world thereafter,
Prayers uttered and candles lit to show the way,
a lost soul may refuse to go, it’d rather stay.
they’ve missed much in their world thereafter,
Prayers uttered and candles lit to show the way,
a lost soul may refuse to go, it’d rather stay.
If you feel a
gust of wind rattle your door-knob,
or hear voices that plead with wrenching sobs,
Let us in they say, it is freezing cold out here,
keep still, for it is your warm blood they desire.
or hear voices that plead with wrenching sobs,
Let us in they say, it is freezing cold out here,
keep still, for it is your warm blood they desire.
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The
gates of Hades are open for them to be free,
go about your daily business, leave them be,
go about your daily business, leave them be,
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This month, kind humans, give them their
rights,
you take the day, let them rule the nights.
you take the day, let them rule the nights.
23 Aug
2009
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