In twilight's grasp, the whispers creep,
Through shadows where the old trees weep.
The Halloween tree, gnarled and bare,
With branches twisted, a spectral snare.
Under its limbs, the spirit stays,
In flickering lights, lost in a haze.
Jack o'lanterns grin with wicked glee,
Yet those who linger, never free.
A tale of a girl named Elise,...
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