Early in the evening, straight through the black of night Slow churned hours of Halloween, gripped my soul in fright Nibbling on white knuckles, rolled up into a fist Waiting for the risen ones, appearing in the mist
Dragging their dead feet across the dew drops on my lawn I know I'll find no peace of mind until November's morn Tapping on my windows, beating thunder on my door Searching in the moon glow entrance at the basement floor
"Hey it's Halloween! Why don't yo...
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