WHEN THE HILLS ARE ALIVE

There’s a town that sits down below, at peace most of the time,

Family and friends, life goes on as not a soul speaks of a curse.

It seems forgotten, blocked from their minds until Fall arrives,

The days grow shorter, and the hills above darken earlier with shadows.

Many leafless trees, the wind howls through that which is alive,

When a certain October night appears, make sure you’re not outside.

Not sure why this town doesn’t die, each year a nightmare comes to life,

When the hills are alive on an October night, a town disappears a little from fright.

What’s out there that roams from high in the night, the horror is felt at many bed sides

Doors are locked, windows bolted down, be there at home when the light says good night,

When the hills are alive for just one night, pray hard and be quiet until morning’s light.

                             Keith Garrett