All Hallows Eve...

Through the foggy eve at the edge of the forest
You hear the dark witch cackle
As green smoke rises and the fire crackles
Calmly a woman dressed in muted shades
Concentrates on white light as she makes
A salve for a wound and recites a prayer
Of healing at the edge of a lions lair
He's survived the summer heat of the Cali desert
But nearly not a old hunters six shooter
He was lost lonely and afraid
She knew he could not be blamed
The night plays tricks on us all
Listening you can hear the wolfs call
Is it man or creature or both, under the moon
Full it's golden face does not assume
Nor make judgement on those it watches
A little girl trying to sell boxes of matches
But no one can hear her or see her
She is but a chill and a shiver
Her ghostly pale skin is mistaken
For rays of the moons light as she is forsaken
Though there is at least one who has not forgotten
A mother or brother who will always remember
And a candle will be lit on the first of November
There are those that can no longer walk in the sun
For it burns their skin and they are forced to run
From it's warmth forever and those that must
Drink in metals or suffer their bodies turning to rust
Decaying away or choose to live for eternity
Yet scorned for lives marked by severity
For their moods often turn sharp and violent
Most do not understand the gifts they are sent
Hating them or taking them for granted
Some relish them far too greatly taking all wanted
Even when it is not earned, willing to spill blood
Many do not know what they can do till a flood
Of emotions changes their prospective in the heat
Of the moment, hopefully when such a feat
Occurs of bravery or stupidity or both, no one
Is hurt, but lives on even after the day is done
Through the darkness of night when the stars
Decide the fate of our lives from afar
Though they do not really care they just like to tell tall
Tales to each other, knowing they may be next to fall
We dance in the darkness in bright shades and make
Music so loud the dead can not sleep, celebrating a wake
For all those that have passed and no longer
Need to breath or sleep or fear or wander
Though there are some who can not rest
For them we save the wildest and craziest
Dreams and wishes for these become
Their bread and butter, their thread of hope
Till they find what they've been missing
And move on, no longer haunting the living or wishing
For an end