| HALLOWEEN Twas a hallowed night when to the towers they came, Rebelling in their silence, sorrow and shame. Like the locust cloud upon the field of wheat, Here, as last, the unchained souls did meet. Outcasts of virtue, peace, and fame, They linger, here, without shrine or name. Wtth it's beak upon our bones, the black crow doth peck, And the vulture doth snuff it's food. We toss, we turn, we scream, "Begone Demons! No More!" Whilst the vampires suck the blood from our neck, Then leave us in chilled loneliness, under our cover, to brood, Until we meet again, in the dawn's morning hour. As the raven flits darkly by, And the owl hoots, in his solitary cry, For scenes that man himself might dread, Warning of a cursed race with tongues of undead, Not unlike that of a spider who silently devours the fly, They fan the flames of our fears to their utmost high. With it's beak upon our bones, the black crow doth peck, And the vulture doth snuff it's food. We toss, we turn, we scream, "Begone Demons! No More!" Whilst the vampires suck the blood from our neck, Then leave us in savage loneliness, under our cover, to brood, Until we meet again, in the dawn's morning hour. Back from their curse, these ghouls from hell, Have come to thrill us from within, and to dwell. They appear before us in the midnight's hour, To watch us shudder, as they do glower, As the evening wears with tales from those with blood stained, We all beocme bound by these souls unchained. With it's beak upon our bones, the black crow doth peck, And the vulture doth snuff it's food. We toss, we turn, we scream, "Begone Demons! No More!" Whilst the vampires suck the blood from our neck Then leave us in frightened loneliness, under our cover, to brood, Until we meet again, in the dawn's morning hour. Hark! They do gloat on our torment, that we may die! As we listen to the shrill screams of their cry, With noises so vile for even the vile to bear, Even the poor mouse is frozen there! From haunts and bites of this nightly gore, We wait for day to break, or be devoured by this lore, once more! With it's beak upon our bones, the black crow doth peck, And the vulture doth snuff it's food, We toss, we turn, we scream, "Begone Demons! No More!" Whilst the vampires suck the blood from our neck, Then leave us in ravaged loniless, under our cover, to brood, Until we meet again, in the dawn's morning hour! |
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