-
- Ghost
Too
- A voice,
a murmur, a chill up the neck
- mysterious
glimmers and feelings of dread
- beasties
and monsters and trees with dour faces
- goomers
and goblins and haints in the wasteland
- a night
to be cautious
- this
hallowed eve.
-
- Was it
real or a child's flight of fancy?
- Scene
surreal or dark necromancy?
- The
vision ahead in the gloom, just a trick?
- Or is it
perhaps some sinister magic
- who knows
what is real
- this
hallowed eve.
-
- Death-rattle
of leaves 'neath your feet sound alarm
- Eternity
beckons, make haste! Be Ye gone!
- This
world that would claim a soul such as yours
- exists in
a nightmare, is known in your fears
- and would
take you away
- this
hallowed eve.
-
- Unmistakable
creak of a door opened slowly
- You know
who is coming, your terror mounts lowly
- then
bursts from your heart in crescendo of horror
- but
helpless...
-
- they'll
find your remains in the morrow
- and
wonder in terrible sorrow
- what
beast could perform such a deed?
- They'll
shiver in fear of the coming
- of one
such as you
- next
hallowed eve.
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