Halloween Dreams

It’s a quiet night this all Hallow’s Eve,
and many a ghoul and goblin comes
seeking the weary unfortunate who
cannot bespell their growing fright.

Goodnight, goodnight,
ye madmen and monsters.
I have no time to play.

Sing a sacred song for the dead.
His life lived on cannot but end.

My dreams are mine, and never die.

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