Each Halloween,
as the leaves start to fall.
Treats laid out sweetly,
for the tricksters who call.
That long lonely night,
where the dead rise once more;
something warped, twisted,
creeps close to your door.
And on Hallows' Eve,
should you pass glowing eyes,
or a candlelit grin
'neath black darkened skies
Walk on weary traveller,
to another path tread,
for a vile vengeful spirit
might just take your head.
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