Samhain Blessing
Flame throwing flower held by a scream,
Maniacal laughter, dark fantasy;
Blood on the face of a clown
fresh smile an imprint of a frown;
Nothing is at all what it seems;
Trick me, treat me
by all means, creep me;
Blessed Be, Blessed Samhain.
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