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When All Hallows' Eve's curse, cast its spell, on that night,
    As the choristers sung, all in tune, church bells rung,
    And the bats, in the belfry now spooked, took to flight,
    While the witches and wizards were chanting in tongue.

    Soon the churchyard was filled, by the ghosts of the dead,
    When those living caught sight, all their hairs stood on end.
    While the cries, of the banshee that filled hearts with dread,
    Made them pray, not for me, would those wails, all portend.

    Soon the quick and the dead, were all covered in dust,
    From those dried out old bones, once deceased, now alive.
    When the chains, of those sinners broke free,from their rust,
    All those innocents cried, as they fought to survive.

    On the last stroke of midnight when witchcraft decayed.
    The devout, sought salvation next day when they prayed.
                                                                      
    


    10 / 27 / 2022.
    Sponsor Craig Cornish.
    For the contest All Hallows' Evening

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