The restless rise
bidden from the grave
for their day

They rise
they rise
and dance upon the dusk
hungry for their night of life
almost like blood pumping again

They shape their instruments
from the discarded and forgotten
twisted notes and tones
from their empty bones
and the mists of their soul

You are invited
to listen
to dance
to dream

Hear their melody
in cacophony
their Samhain dance
on the night of Halloween