The
dead of night
The
silence walk the road
The
night breezes whirring
Of
a time the souls are free
The
black dogs watch
The
eyes glow nothing to see
It's
the time the souls are free
Once
a year on a particular month
The
living of a faith
The
roadside praying of candles and joss sticks
Offering
food and chines wine
The
black dogs wait
The
gold and silver papers offering
Burning
into ashes believing of the bounties
In
the Hades world for getting good scores
Of
a time the souls are free
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