October 31, 2012

• Happy Halloween

   

  Spirits Of The Dead

  Thy soul shall find itself alone
  'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
  Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
  Into thine hour of secrecy.

  Be silent in that solitude,
  Which is not loneliness- for then
  The spirits of the dead, who stood
  In life before thee, are again
  In death around thee, and their will
  Shall overshadow thee; be still.

  The night, though clear, shall frown,
  And the stars shall not look down
  From their high thrones in the Heaven
  With light like hope to mortals given,
  But their red orbs, without beam,
  To thy weariness shall seem
  As a burning and a fever
  Which would cling to thee for ever.

  Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
  Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
  From thy spirit shall they pass
  No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

  The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
  And the mist upon the hill
  Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
  Is a symbol and a token.
  How it hangs upon the trees,
  A mystery of mysteries! 

  ~ Edgar Allan Poe ~

   

   

  Have a Safe and Happy Halloween

  

   

  be careful out there

  you never know who's chasing you

   

  

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