"All Hallows, all Saints, all Souls"

"All Hallows, all Saints, all Souls"

(A poem made for the days of the remembered and of the forgotten)

Let the candles light over the once forgotten graves

And let the scent of incense shatter the past maladies

With the cash from hell banks be burnt in furnaces

And fruit be offered as the candles and incenses

Let the brew be served from the hot cauldrons

Over the midnight sky under the full moon Trying to appease the spirits fallen past

If not the enchanted ones lurking or in gloom

And sacred chants and instrumentals accompany

Shattering the ever silent nights in chambers echoing

Pleasing all the beings seen and unseen

Bringing hope and good tidings

Of love over endless suffering

May they all be thy guides in life and in work

Making the living whose name's honor ever continuing

And in life to come hope together meet again

And cherish again the love ever yearning.