Be gone in times of death's long passing,
Henry Atwood s****d his neck,
Hath reeds knocked against thee?
If our fathers knew, then winds they blew,
The sixth of candles burned my eyes,
Horrors even among us,
Leigh tries to eat a stone,
The canine or the cat spat,
Pay attention to the ghoul that weeps.
NOT PART OF THE RIDDLE:
Your number is up, and it's missing. Wary the word second. Try to figure it out.