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| Upon a bed of decaying foliage-- Lurking just above the wet, slimy earth-- I perch ever so lovely, awaiting my holiday, For Halloween is mine alone to claim. Echos of laughter chase Casper as he runs, I place a basket at each open door where he stops-- A bit of a celebration, a way for me to even the odds, Chasing ghosts and capturing spirits: it never stops. I am the prima donna of the seasons four-- Wanting more and more while refusing to behave. I get what I want with a shrill, demanding whine, Leaving a string of broken hearts and souls far behind. But my beauty cannot be matched in all the land-- Not even by those Victorian women who compromised: A pale face, frail waist, and silently screaming eyes-- Each year my army grows by leaps and hell hounds. I am the one you've been waiting for these many months So, pick your poison carefully to carve your fortune out. Use my empty vessel to place a deceptive light Where you can be anyone as long as you're dead, like me. And, like me, then you'll join my army many thousands strong-- To walk the earth on Halloween and between the worlds surf-- Recruiting souls who've lost their way closing off the light And laughing a demon's prayer heard in every human's heartbeat. |
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