This hallowed hallows eve
I bring to you myth or make believe
For if at midnight you whisper
A wish where the dark fester
The shadows, the non living
Shall grant it, a gifting
But be warned and be careful
For whatever you wish for
Dealing with the dead lies danger
You might find yourself abed with
monsters
A treat or
A trick,
A nice little snack
Or your fragile neck snapped.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
