I hear their voices calling
from arboreal gloom
The things in the forest
luring children to their doom
The pumpkin faces grimace
glistening in the dusk
Mist rising in the darkness
A cloying hanging must
A cursed hollow in the depths
Gnarled faces in the bark
Gentle songs waft on the wind -
then screaming in the dark
Villagers search frantically
kin missing from their bed
a hopelessness and sorrow
and endless, gnawing dread
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
I hear their voices calling
from arboreal gloom
The things in the forest
luring children to their doom
The pumpkin faces grimace
glistening in the dusk
Mist rising in the darkness
A cloying hanging must
A cursed hollow in the depths
Gnarled faces in the bark
Gentle songs waft on the wind -
then screaming in the dark
Villagers search frantically
kin missing from their bed
a hopelessness and sorrow
and endless, gnawing dread
Happy Halloween 🎃
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