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Death's Hand
Smell of burnt wood is wafting in the air Creating tears within my tender eyes House is in the graveyard, is oddly real Scary is its presence with no disguise It’s frightening that it’s so dark outside Only jack-o-lanterns flooding the porch An eerie otherworld light from above Centered right on the front door with a lurch There are some sounds of chains moving and howls Wandering through the graveyard on this night Halloween makes me tremble with great fear They appear in front of me, what a sight Ghouls and ghosts, with the vampires and werewolves All show up wanting to tear me apart But I don’t want any of this, I run I go straight in the creepy house, I dart As I go in the creatures outside leave As if knowing something worse is inside So I look by the light of the pumpkins Right there is death himself right by my side His bone hand reaches out and touches me And I feel quite cold, thus I start to freeze Death extinguished me and before I go I hear a woman scream, she’s very pleased Russell Sivey
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