The darkest dark a soul can be
A pitch black heart a monster free
From the deepest depths of eternal hells
The sulfurous stench of rotting smells
The boldest witches hide their faces
Some will vanish without traces
The strongest ghost will haunt in fear
So terrified that it is near
The Jedi Knights cannot pretend
Quite possibly this is the end
The demons dance but fear to say
The time is now Its here to stay
In Charlotte County It begins
The Incarnate of every sin
The brave yet walk upon the street
And knock on doors it’s Trick or Treat
Protected by a wizard’s spell
The incantation’s birth of bells
Beware beware what isn’t seen
Though have a happy Halloween

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