The Day of the Dead

Horrifying images pass through the mind Mingling and mixing and leaving you blind Thoughts of the past swim into sight Leaving your mind consumed by fright The living dead dance through your dreams From their bones, the light of the moon gleams Demons and devils join in their fun Making you toss and turn until evening is done Corpses fill the ground at their feet Making clickings and clackings that move with their beat Their stares, like spears, pierce through yor rsoul Making your skin to crawl and your blood to boil This is the tale come the day of the dead The songs of rememberance and the prayers that are said So sleep well, young child, and by morning they'll go And enjoy this night-time, undead show