“‘Twas the night before Halloween
And all through the sky
Phantoms do soar
Both low and high
Pale as moonlight”
‘Twas the night before Halloween
And all through the sky
Phantoms do soar
Both low and high
Pale as moonlight
Dusty as sand
Ancient as night
But cold as dead hands
Clear and transparent
Though they may be
They become no more than lost souls
On All Hallows’ Eve
Shooting shivers up my spine
Thy stolen spirits
Stench of evil
Long lost time
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