Scarecrow Spells
The ritual, started with the influence of scarecrows
They taunt, they slyly work their way through a spell
Their eyes glow, they have razor teeth waiting for flesh
Human flesh is their delicacy, eating straight through hell
Yellow is their color, power is from the fires below
Destroying, casting, waiting for the atrocities of night
Keeping promises, promises of death and destruction to all
Opening nothing but the gates, the gates of hell tonight
Passersby that wander, they love to grasp their souls
And cause evil splicing, to pounce on their somber innocence
Unlike the witches that come by, irritating they are
For they compete, to take away the stock of the human sense
Jack-O-Lanterns surround, the scarecrows concentrate
And the crows, they love the night’s evil of departed souls
Tombstones move, underneath the soil becomes very loose
And out comes the nature of the spells, the hurtful ghouls
Evil lives, alive and free this night of Halloween, fear abounds
Love is not safe, it will not save you under the moon’s glow
The fire rages, carries over the temperament of death
They all dance, dance to the rhythm of hells fury below
Russell Sivey
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