Rest Haven

REST HAVEN Halloween Nght on a dare With strange music in the air I seek out a single tomb Oh ghastly is the full moon Old Cyrus Jones lay buried Filthy rich never married Had no one close no doting kin Couldn’t stand the likes of him Twas said he killed his own dad Only friend he ever had Gold was the evil reason Old age the killing season Hark! Atop that distant pile A fiddler stands to play a while Bowing strong in minor key Witch-Goblin jamboree Old Cyrus played so they say Seldom stopped neither night nor day Drove all his neighbors half-mad When he died they most were glad But now it seems he’s risen Shot up from that dark prison The shroud he wears fraught with gore Inner only bones in store Summoning a ghostly hoard Those cast out by our dear Lord They dance they prance rattle bones Here am I so far from home My fervent prayers do no good Music foul within my blood Dance I must lost I am Joined in revel with the damned See the sight on All Souls Night Cold moon streaming full and bright Wolves have come to howl OWooooooooo! Hitler Stalin Satan too!