The cemetery was dark and damp.
Spirits hovered ‘round to live their past.
Many Halloweens have come and gone.
Their essence does linger and last.
The trees groan with the wind’s might.
The grass creaks with their endless plight.
The hallowed ground cries forevermore.
The lives they lived are nevermore.
The cemetery is a sacred place.
The headstones hold the stories of times gone by.
Of life and love and truth and lies.
Forever will the gods hear them cry.
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