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  • October, on the full moon rise,
    upon All Hallow's Eve,
    the children run in coy disguise,
    in jest to prank deceive.

    Their parents follow close at hand,
    with lamps that cut the night,
    while onward runs the raucous band,
    to cause their neighbors fright.

    Yet under joy and merriment,
    there lies an evil tone,
    remembrance of dark sacrament,
    to chill men to the bone.

    In shadows, witches cast their spells,
    beneath the werewolf's howl,
    misshapen demons ring the bells,
    to wake the hounds of hell.

    The vampires feed on innocents,
    Satanic spawn abound,
    dark spirits prowl the firmament,
    and dead men roam the ground.

    Before you celebrate the night,
    take care you don't pretend
    that mocking evil's spiteful might
    may not the dead offend.

    So bow your head and say your prayers,
    and pray you do not grieve,
    the vengeful spirits of the damned,
    who walk All Hallow's Eve.

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