The blood splashes through the door
As the blade opens the jugular
A cascade of tears covers the floor
The occult entrails the altar
For the room is in the woods
Wide deep in the gloom
Carving in the moods
In lighted by the moon
And the witches run free
In the horror of this land
The blood born in trees
At the vampires fang
The ocean is drowning
From the trickery it has seen
For dead are blossoming
Hell… It’s Halloween!
It doesn’t make much sense but is the intention that counts…
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