Faces cackle, faces glow,
round and round and round they go,
devils darting to and fro
death stones pop up row on row.
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Jack O'Lanterns, fire bright,
casting out their laughing light,
shadows shift in dark of night,
find you in the funhouse, dead of fright.
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Mad dogs howl, to raise the dead,
on corrupt flesh their spectre's fed,
white curtains stained with flecks of red
heavy steps beside your bed.
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Lullabies in minor key,
allowed the ghosts that slept there free,
to dance about the burning tree
the X's mark the trunk in threes.
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Trick or treat, the hour is late,
there is no more time to wait
spin the wheel to choose your fate
as the demons slam and lock the gates.
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Welcome to the carnivale,
the fair of fear that comes in fall
and once you've heard the barker's call
we will own your phantoms, one and all.
Copyright 2011 Cutter Murdoch
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