Misty night
Grey haunting clouds
Surrounding mystical air
Frightfully calling to
All who will hear
From darkened wicked stairs
Singled twins
Bright and bloody
Eyes and cats of black
Running, screeching
Casting their fortune
On those that never come back
Pumpkin fest
Laughing child's delight
Sharpened and shiny tools
Brought for something
More than gourds
Happy forgetful fools
Once and annually
Frolicking eerie parties
Costumes on their mind
Unsuspecting players
Witnesses to fame
Of the one,you'll never find
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