On the edge of the night is where we ride.
With our makeshift masks and costumed clothes we travel amongst the living, candles burning in the windows to cast a shadow.
In the company of nine is how we roam, but in the drifting dawn, our last member cannot be found.
His voice from afar coaxes us to help find him for it is to the glowing tree shall he lead.
Burning in all its glory, it is truly a spectacle to behold.
Inside and underneath the house that dwells on that same spot of land, a man of mysterious secrets lends his assistance, for it is he who knows the way.
Disassembled and reconstructed, we are transported to where it all began, where this season and all it exudes can be traced.
Among the great pyramids and tombs of old and on through the dusk of Ireland, Salem and Transylvania, we begin to grasp the magic and subtle horror of its origin, one that is not for the faint of heart.
The Day Of The Dead greets us with mystery and amazement, for we have made it across history, across time and space in a single evening.
Our comrade, the greatest one of them all, had called out to us from a distance, always somehow within earshot but never within reach.
It is this stop, the final one of this sacred night, where he finally makes an appearance.
To retrieve him however, there is but a price to pay, the sacrifice of a year of our lives in order to save his.
Being rather clever on the cusp of thirteen, all eight of us take the plunge, for what is the loss of one year but the opportunity to live a more fulfilling life?
The greatest one of our group is safe and sound, out of harm’s way, while we find ourselves back at his doorstep as if nothing ever happened.
From the open doorway, we learn of the brief ailment that almost kept him from his favorite holiday, for he was never trapped somewhere far beyond the imagination but rather the hospital with a nearly ruptured appendix.
This night of Halloween, Samhain, All Hallow’s Eve, the countless names given throughout the centuries, has just begun despite the surreal passage of time.
We, the nine, the boys that will forever remember this as the best night of our youth, roam throughout this town with a renewed sense of self and of friendship, for we shall be this way until the breath leaves our lungs for good.
We shall be united forevermore.
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