Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

In the dead of night,
When moonlight shines
My lantern captures,
That which is mine.

Awakening graveyard,
The spirits do beckon
Calling out to me,
At least, what I reckon;

Is their immortal way
Of conveying their wishes
And I am never,
At all, suspicious.

For this is the time
Of the year I bloom
Though others may see
A most certain gloom

Autumnal equinox
My treasure, my Fall
The time in my life,
When the spirits enthrall

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