The Witching Hour The great London Tower Rings once by the Hour Of Witching on dead man's last cry. Could it be repeated When all have retreated To Death and her fateful last sigh? But each year has passed And all have amassed On Hallow's Eve to play the part. With chanting and laughter Below the great Tower The festives all drowned out the start. He hid from his peers A young boy in tears Covering his ears from the sound; The ghosts in the Tower Scream once by the Hour Of Yearning for what they'd not found. -EtherCry Happy Halloween everyone ;)