Halloween Ii
Odd objects frolic within
Strange dominions for
It's all Hallow's Eve.
The night of souls;
looking for lost lives...
While children play merrily
In the chilly tinged air,
Of winters coming Dead.
It is the night of nights...
When hell creeps to our
Realms Gates and ponder
Gods mighty hand,
Covets the work of man.
A night of myths and Legends
With legions of Bats, skulls scream,
Bones clatter, red eyes glow,
Something creeps as
Black cats know what doom mans
Wills...and seals his fate
The night that Demons
Preach whilst drinking blood
Freshly spilled!
The night that is mean
A Night called...
HALLOWEEN!
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