Hatred Styles
The sky was a purple hue, dark with dismay
And each house was asleep on this Hallow night
Pumpkin man sits on the moon’s eternal sway
Waking those that slumber and bringing some fright
Pumpkin man’s evil smile can be seen for miles
Devilish in form, seething with hatred styles
Ghosts assist the pumpkin man with his left hand
To scare all living creatures in this cursed land
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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