I wouldn't have to be afraid
The demons would not haunt my skin
The dark would stay away.
October's gentle music sways
Bells rustle in the trees
"Come," they call "and sing with us"
There are stories in the leaves.
And time stands still a moment
As Heaven passes through
This season is not one of death
But a promise to renew.
~C. R. Sutton
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