This cold-night silence is too loud, Up in this bleak and starry noon. And like a vampire's fang the moon Grows from a thin black lip of cloud. The darkling parties have now ceased, And down the empty autumn street, The last faint laughs of trick-or-treat, Are silenced by the wind-swept leaves. And now retracts the morbid moon; A wolf's mouth of clouds closes in, And swallows up this night of sin: - This bleak and eerie, starry noon.
Reason for writing:
just noticed halloween
Birth sign: Cancer
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