Post by Mobious on May 23, 2004 23:27:16 GMT -5
Why We Four, Drink Coffee, On Halloween.
You want to hear a story.
Do you?
Well kids . . .
Let me tell you
a tale,
not a myth,
a real story.
What I tell,
Really Happenned . . .
It was All Hallow's Eve,
Halloween.
Clouds raced
across the night sky.
Pitch black it was.
Full moon hid
through behind clouds,
playing with twinkling stars . . .
We all sat at tables
in the cafe,
drinking coffee
from our cups.
A mist started to form . . .
No one noticed
the enveloping mists.
It climbed the windows
covering the pictures outside . . .
No one noticed
as darkened shadows,
crept in,
flowing over foot and floor . . .
And soon,
one by one,
from one to another,
they started to fall . . .
From more than a dozen,
one by one,
into the shadow mist,
floating through the cafe.
They fell . . .
Then we only equaled four,
at our table with our coffee.
All but four dead,
on this All Hallow's Eve,
Halloween . . .
Victims,
of clouded death,
mist of darken shadow,
handing out walking sleep,
sleep eternal . . .
Only at this table,
us four did not fall.
Who is to say
what saved us
that day . . .
So since that time,
we four sit
at that table,
drinking coffee
with those cups . . .
Watching the mists.
Talking with
clouded death,
sleep walking by . . .
And that I say,
is the tale
of a real story,
on this All Hallow's Eve,
Halloween . . .
And to this day,
it remains unexplained.
As we sit in this cafe
drinking our coffee from our cups
at this table.
Every Halloween,
and All Hallow's Eve . . .
» Written by Mobious «
You want to hear a story.
Do you?
Well kids . . .
Let me tell you
a tale,
not a myth,
a real story.
What I tell,
Really Happenned . . .
It was All Hallow's Eve,
Halloween.
Clouds raced
across the night sky.
Pitch black it was.
Full moon hid
through behind clouds,
playing with twinkling stars . . .
We all sat at tables
in the cafe,
drinking coffee
from our cups.
A mist started to form . . .
No one noticed
the enveloping mists.
It climbed the windows
covering the pictures outside . . .
No one noticed
as darkened shadows,
crept in,
flowing over foot and floor . . .
And soon,
one by one,
from one to another,
they started to fall . . .
From more than a dozen,
one by one,
into the shadow mist,
floating through the cafe.
They fell . . .
Then we only equaled four,
at our table with our coffee.
All but four dead,
on this All Hallow's Eve,
Halloween . . .
Victims,
of clouded death,
mist of darken shadow,
handing out walking sleep,
sleep eternal . . .
Only at this table,
us four did not fall.
Who is to say
what saved us
that day . . .
So since that time,
we four sit
at that table,
drinking coffee
with those cups . . .
Watching the mists.
Talking with
clouded death,
sleep walking by . . .
And that I say,
is the tale
of a real story,
on this All Hallow's Eve,
Halloween . . .
And to this day,
it remains unexplained.
As we sit in this cafe
drinking our coffee from our cups
at this table.
Every Halloween,
and All Hallow's Eve . . .
» Written by Mobious «
