she takes away delight
October is macabre in many ways, it is not just the witches and ghouls
there is a goblin who climbs out of the dark shadows
posed as a faerie, with welts, sores, spiders, and insects
she takes delight out of the air,
replacing it with dank, dour, disturbing thoughts
getting us ready for the freezing unfriendliness of November
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