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ALL HALLOW'S EVE
I see them grinning
Flame of Jack’s warning
Flickers in the night
Masques of purveyors
Of ghostly delights
Hide away from sight
The eyes of monsters
Watch from the shadows
Of the inbetween
The smell of sweet death
On their bated breath
This All Hallow’s Eve
those empty tombs
the coming doom
so speak your tales
of haunted hells
and creaking stairs
beneath the moon
if you dare
It comes to an end
Another year still
Remains in the brew
So lock up your doors
And draw the curtains
We’re coming for you
Flame of Jack’s warning
Flickers in the night
Masques of purveyors
Of ghostly delights
Hide away from sight
The eyes of monsters
Watch from the shadows
Of the inbetween
The smell of sweet death
On their bated breath
This All Hallow’s Eve
those empty tombs
the coming doom
so speak your tales
of haunted hells
and creaking stairs
beneath the moon
if you dare
It comes to an end
Another year still
Remains in the brew
So lock up your doors
And draw the curtains
We’re coming for you
Published 1st Nov 2020
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© 2020 Frank Green
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