The Graveyard whispers
in its irresistible voice,
luring me near....
I have no choice.
The voices draw me,
I follow their call,
no conscious effort,
as I wander this fall.
Aware there's costumes,
it's Halloween night,
childish misunderstanding
behind masks for fright.
The chosen will follow me,
they'll stray from the pack,
I'm spared as the messenger,
during the graveyard attack.
The crypts are all open,
they wait to feed.
those that have followed,
will soon start to bleed.
 
 
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