The Night Of Halloween
Walking down a street alone;
You feel a coldness in your bones.
Leaves falling to the ground;
Behind your back a creepy sound.
Crows, owls and scary things;
Make you fear and go insane.
You walk much faster and then you run;
Begging for a rising sun.
Within your sight you can’t believe;
A nightmarish figure from your dreams.
Blood, gore and then the screams;
The Night Of Halloween.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
AH
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
“RUN”
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