• Sarah Walker

All Hallows Eve

Mortal morals dwindle and die as the clock tower chimes,

counting down to the deadly hour of evil power,

when the thin veil between the living and the dead come to a head.

When the cursed shadows of night arise in their yearly reprise,

On this very eve, the fiery pits of hell break free,

unleashing demon desires from their cage

where mortals never stray,

keeping them safe on all but one day,

when hell reigns over mortal ways.

Heed my warning before it’s too late:

Cursed creatures of the night are like a bloody blight

If you’re not prepared, if you don’t take care,

you’ll join the shadows before morning is nigh,

only to return as evil sired.

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