Crow’s sung in the wakening night
Causing ghosts and ghouls to stir up a fright
Kingdoms broken down in ominous sight
A moon drowned in red
Hanging on by a thread
Scarecrows wandering from field to field
A night escaping by echoing cries
Where the black cats pounce through dusk
Where witches laughter is cold to the touch
A whisper heard in the atmosphere
Halloween is near
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Crow’s sung in the wakening night
Causing ghosts and ghouls to stir up a fright
Kingdoms broken down in ominous sight
A moon drowned in red
Hanging on by a thread
Scarecrows wandering from field to field
A night escaping by echoing cries
Where the black cats pounce through dusk
Where witches laughter is cold to the touch
A whisper heard in the atmosphere
Halloween is near
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