Chasing Shadows

The corner of my eye sees shadows, floating through the night air Only yellow eyes, upon their face of Death, no heart ,no soul Curiously, I follow the Shadows of Death, to my Home; Lights on. Fireplace going, it looks warm, but colder than ice Faceless spirits, flying in the darkness of Death ; carry me Jack-o -Lanterns lit with the flames of Hell, keep Satan alive Still I follow. Seeking my destiny, is Death really “ Warm “? I enter on stage of Shadows, where I think “I once Belonged” Tears have eyes of Evil, with no mouth or tongue , so deceitful I take a breath; is this my Death, to always follow shadows Mere wisps in the wind, dead Dreams, in the darkness of Halloween Happy Halloween my fellow Soupers