Thinking Upon Hades

Swindling all the small things, Trolling graveyards For ghosts that just don't seem to be anywhere I think they live in the imagination alone. Yet my fingers wave in the wind like leaves, They ready to break off and fall, Slowly - graceful like circus acrobats. Eventually settling on the ground. Mmm..I always did love the crackling sound autumn leaves make.. Almost like walking through fire, Almost like home.. -----------