Our searching eyes, and how they spy,
Hunting children from the sky
Our hungry hearts, for blood doth cry!
To quench our throats long parched and dry
O'er many Moons have read our runes
Cursed our Foes to meet their doom
Killed the swine atop our brooms-
And sent the youth to early tombs
EVERYTHING HALLOWEEN CONTEST ENTRY
**Halloween contest entry also for Skat
(Is it considered bad form to enter the same poem for the same theme?)
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