Poem -

my game of trick-or-treat

floor's start to creek 

windows start to shatter 

doors start to squeak 

souls start to  wounder 

winds grown through every house 

scaring everyone they see

seeing every person they meet 

graves start to unravel them selves 

the undead comes alive every Halloween (you know)

walking through the town

whispering with the sprites

taking souls that don't believe

believing is key when you have a soul to keep 

the untouchable is me in this game

as you see i believe now the trick-or-treat 

is my game

as my soul a trick

as you're blood a treat

casting spells on you to believe (why not)

you can play my game

of trick-or-treat for a price 

that will never be bet  

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