During this time of treats and sweets teens come together exploring the unknown,
Cold pre-winter breezes sting the skin as sleevless youths are chilled to the bone,
A wood fed bonfire burning bright through the night allows the chants to go on,
Hell heated bodies with beers in hand circle their pit, feeding it the corpses of trees as it blazes like the sun,
For this is The night to call to the dead and wake them where they sleep,
With hopes of a revival to see something vile Teenagers fear nothing until they become sacrificed sheep,
The moon once hidden has bloomed in full and the forest becomes empty of sound,
The teens pause their partying as vibrations are felt comming from the ground,
An old Indian Burial site is where they stand and the spirits have come to rise,
Warriors from a stolen place and time appear with fire in their eyes,
Screams from young girls pierce the wooded edge, while once strong football players are frozen in fear,
This is the night revenge will be savored as savages scalp all with Indian chants and cheers,
Hatchets flying in accurate directions leave bloody youths along the paths,
The Day of awakening leaves noone left to laugh,
Fear and terror, evils song was heard by those who died,
In the end it was the White Mans turn to be the ones that cried,
Before the flames had all extinguished, before the Warriors vanish and dissapear they rose a can to celebrate,
A cold Bud Light Beer......
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