It seemed like it would last forever

This beautiful breeze

It would touch my bared face and knees

I wouldn’t leave, never

I couldn’t be torn from the rain

As it danced at my windows

The time that the grooms would marry the widows

They would never experience pain

I would walk and walk

And the town would talk and talk

I could hear the kids screaming at tricks

Running around in their costumes

hoping that they wouldn’t trip

Entering the houses with ghostly fume, what a beautiful day of doom