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Tonight is the night, be it All Hallows' Eve One filled with fright most refuse to believe, For deep amongst the shadows, silently lurking, 'Tis a terrifying creature, his jagged teeth smirking. Thou hast all heard of demons, and hast battled thine ghouls Whilst this terrible beast watcheth with hunger and drools. It's spittle, like acid, can burn through thine flesh Making thee so much easier to digest. No name shalt be found for a creature so foul That gobbles up goblins, and ogres disembowels. Dost thou think that thine lanterns shall frighten it hence? Oh foolish man, it shall consume the light thence. It standeth hunched over, twelve feet in height; Stalking thou, watching thou, waiting for night. It cometh from deep within the forest, as the moon wanes His fur smelleth of death, his claws favouring pain. He shan't be stopped ere his hunt is over Yet he only hunts the thirty-first of October Take ye heed, then, and hear the warning of the raven For this beast is coming, and from him there is but one haven. He preyeth upon the weakest, and the one full of fear So stand fast, take courage and in another likeness appear Put on a mask, as treacherous as can be Conceal what layeth within, do not let him see Or else you shall be taken, beaten and devoured For this beast prefers to torture just to see thee cower. So please, take heed to this warning and believe; Thou art only safe if thee wearest a mask on All Hallows' Eve. 11/3/16
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
All Hallows' Eve
Tonight is the night, be it All Hallows' Eve One filled with fright most refuse to believe, For deep amongst the shadows, silently lurking, 'Tis a terrifying creature, his jagged teeth smirking. Thou hast all heard of demons, and hast battled thine ghouls Whilst this terrible beast watcheth with hunger and drools. It's spittle, like acid, can burn through thine flesh Making thee so much easier to digest. No name shalt be found for a creature so foul That gobbles up goblins, and ogres disembowels. Dost thou think that thine lanterns shall frighten it hence? Oh foolish man, it shall consume the light thence. It standeth hunched over, twelve feet in height; Stalking thou, watching thou, waiting for night. It cometh from deep within the forest, as the moon wanes His fur smelleth of death, his claws favouring pain. He shan't be stopped ere his hunt is over Yet he only hunts the thirty-first of October Take ye heed, then, and hear the warning of the raven For this beast is coming, and from him there is but one haven. He preyeth upon the weakest, and the one full of fear So stand fast, take courage and in another likeness appear Put on a mask, as treacherous as can be Conceal what layeth within, do not let him see Or else you shall be taken, beaten and devoured For this beast prefers to torture just to see thee cower. So please, take heed to this warning and believe; Thou art only safe if thee wearest a mask on All Hallows' Eve. 11/3/16
JBMoore
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Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
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