The night wind barked with a cold fervor

The stringy Willow trees served as observers

The mist started to gather upon the ground

There was not a single soul anywhere around

From the ground the mist it started its rise

In the night there were faint flickers of fireflies

Strewed around there were weeds and stones

To mark the places of the deep buried bones

They dug their way to the top of the ground

The skeletons danced to the animals sounds

All through the witched night this went on

Until it was time for the rise of the dawn

They wished they could dance again soon

Then all went back to their frigid tombs