The Leaves Talk

Now the summer has ended and we feel the change in temperature
The sunny days have shortened and the leaves on the trees 
Are different now are turning yellow and orange brown
Still I love the change of the season it is a beauty in itself
Then comes the thunder and lightening in a cold dark night
Where only the spirits restless hear the sound of the leaves as they talk
Speaking in evil tongues of the devil from long ago
The graveyards whisper his name as the tombs begin to shake
The air now fills with a deep fog while the owl hoots to the moon
The crawling of creatures not living but come from beneath the earth
Are crying out to the nights wind
Speak to the leaves thy demon until you you no longer breathe
For the  cross upon these graves has been saved by all evil
Many decades ago the trees with or without the leaves are sacred 
Only one grave shall overcome and open into the living
It is the living dead the immortal sin of the Count
The tree limbs brake and the trees fall dead unto the earth
And at last be known the once forgotten has risen with all the leaves in the forest screaming out loud