To those who have gone before, I remember you! Blessed be!
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Poetry Form: Tri-Fall
Writing Prompt (my own): Nights, Spirits, Dead, Apples, Bread, Feasts, Remembering
|From The Book of Life|
Darker becomes the nights
The veil thins--
The world is alive with Spirits.
Once a year, there are rites,
Eat of the feasts of the profits.
Here, there be Spirits galore
Entertain in the stately hall.
Out amongst the night once more
on the Day of the Dead they will call.
Holiday for the dead--
feasts and wine
Blessing bread and apples, you see
for those will be well fed
when they dine
upon which the living remember me.