This is a story about Milo the mighty
His sword at his side, he was forever so mighty
His armor gleamed, how he shined brightly
On the cliff side watching the sun as it set
Milo the mighty set up shop, it was time to rest...

He started on a stallion his pride on his horse
Did he ride out of Ridgeburrow,
to revenge his remorse
Townspeople cheered and waved
Villains and monsters flee'd their graves
As Milo the mighty Rode through town
The townspeople cheered out
"DONT LET US DOWN"!

It was a quest of vengence he'd seek
For years have past, that have been quite bleak
goblins and Gouls steal all the gold

As the mighty hunchback golem screams "duel-me droll"

The townspeople fear him,
Helplessly run they do
But Milo had other plans
For the golems unrichous uphold,

He slashed and stabbed,
Staggered with joy, as the blood of his victims
Fell to the floor

One-two, one-two, his sword went through and through

He sliced through golems head,
Leaving him dead,
Just a slab of meat on the floor

And Milo the mighty traveled forth
Unto the dark forest,
He traveled with sorts,
Battles with pillagers and pirates alike
Did Milo fight with all his might
To make it to his mighty quest
Where all that sweet gold lies in a chest....

Traveled onward he did
Straight through the pillagers plains
Did Milo have a quest for his own grave?
No said Milo the great as he traveled on his adventure
His adventure was great......

Looking up at a tower
The clock struck the fifth hour,
Towering over Milo was the tower of Shiloh
Looming over him in a dim shadow
Did the ominous tower show more
Than just what was for fleeing cowards?
NO,
Milo opened the door
To find the riches
his princes had ever wanted to adore

So up the grand stair case did Milo the Great do
Up in spirals the stairs never seemed to outgrew
Up and up the tension was rough
As Milo unsheathed his great weapon
A sweat drop uncoiled from his headband
So Milo mustered the mutual feeling
Felt far before him,

Upon the double doors of steel,
Did her master wait for her hero
Weapon ready in hand,
Ready to use against Milos stand...
Stanced fearless, ready to fight
Did her master wait to show his might.

MILO screamed her master
Come for me have you not?!
"Yes you ungodly gat" shouted milo
Far from his throne,
Did Milo know his match or was his match outgrown?
Her master swung first,
Cut Milos cheek he did,
But when milo swung back,
Off with his head!

Milo picked her up, her ankles unshown
He walked her to the parlor,
Where he released her,
He let her go........
"Thank you Milo, Your heroism is now know"
Said the fair lady who Milo help'd go.

Milo the mighty walked straight to the cellar
Where all the gold and riches awaited his pleasure
With his might he carried it right
Straight to his great kings who declared Milo
"Milo the Mighty"

Mangled bodies from the grave
Chase you with avenge
Their destroyed faces rave
As they come for gruesome revenge

The cackling grows louder
As the close up on you
Wanting you to cower
As their chase you through

The spell of death in in the air
Crumpled candy under feet
Dread and fear everywhere
Turning people white as a sheet

The graveyard horrors stomping feet
What happens next is unforeseen
The gouls and goblins yell trick or treat
On this perfect night of halloween

Belgium, we hear you.
Our tears fall at your loss.
One day, things will be okay, and the world will turn right-side up.

It won't be tomorrow, or in my lifetime, but one day, it will.
Until then, we hear you, and stand with you against the evil in this world.

Evil exists.
It is very real.
There are monsters in the shadows, gouls under our beds, and ghosts drifting outside our windows.
We are all but children playing in the dark.

Evil, and pain, and wrongdoings, and losses, exist all around us.
And one day, when we decide, they will go away.
Until then, we hear you.

We bask in light when morning comes
yet tremble in the night.
Halloween must be the cause
to give us such a fright.

Ghosts and goblins haunt the streets
where moans and chains abound.
Gouls and vampires lurk in shadows
scared of holy ground.

Werewolves stalk unwary victims.  
Frankenstein is loose.
Ogres, trolls and spectral zombies
hanging by a noose

Gorgons with their "stoney" eyes
and bats with leathery wings
Mummies wrapped in yellowed cloth
with rotting flesh that clings

Pirates, gangsters, space invaders
just to name a few
All in search of "Tricks or Treats"
(or just a head ... or two).

Beware the time when darkness comes.  
Be sure the door is locked.
But most of all, to just be safe
keep lots of candy stocked.

Beautiful gouls, they seem
to be,  as they shuffle  
along the walkway,
late at night.  Hooded
and unassuming..
sometimes,  barely seen
avoiding possibly,  even
the pain  that the very light
of day, can so very often  bring.

There is a horrible  undoing
of what once  was
in order to leave  for them
what now is.

And when
there was a gold
to be found
in these hills  of black..
the non-ancestral  hearts  
that so clearly, lack

the humanity that tried to stop
the very same thing  that had
happened  in the east:

    the crave  for gain
    caused these tears of pain--
    and a glympse into the true
    nature  of the beast.

lights in the sky fighting,
somewhere somebody's trying
to put out the fire

with bare hands and dying
breaths, in ways no one could
ever understand before

there's more to a painting
when you know how it ends

every stroke made in haste
and for no one else

where the world is made and
broken down for someone else

there must be more than life
if we could see into the distance

more than just colours trying
to ****** the mountains

the rivers that run and hide
from the preying atlas

deep into the forests helm
where the naked hide

rains that fill the oceans
before it's time

swallowing the sunsets deep
into its hallowed grave

where gouls fall in love with
wandering mermaids

how beautiful you must be
to reject the gods?

the very essence of what
it takes to beat a heart

is captured now in still water
and cascading waves

perhaps one day we could
swim carefree

into the same approaching
melancholy that has made a home
inside the swirling storms

the very winds that travel back
and forth across this planet

dwelling into nothingness and
so far away from everything else

maybe home isn't what keeps
us from the outside --

it is us playing make belief
on the porch

guarded by salt walls and lashing
tongues

the horrid stain on every artist's
desk

made in spirit of the restless and
the tormented

scattered words and memories
wrestling with dreams and thoughts

he who cannot speak might scream
the loudest

never judge a book by it's cover
even if it's on fire.

He was the Devils son bringing rage war, and spores women Gouls and ******.

Set around telling ghostly tells as the fire bring"s you all warmth with a hint of hellish ambers.


The sky was casting new colors.

As, the Devils sun brought, the star of light so bright it would bring the strangist kinds of fright.


God, was vanished from space on a new creation Un know by the many.


Cars trucks smog filth bras pars Mars flares.


I'm the bringer of scars I eat steel and feed on will.


So as that's said take your most precious of pills.


For my might, and fright is sure to appeal to your depression and anxiety.


The whole family of light, where sent from the golden oak tree.


We bringith, are Powers to send you back to hell you man of diaster.


There's no Power, over mine you can ask my father.


Keep in mind, we are the women of light that disrupts your evil with hints of love.


Laughter, was echoed from his whole being is that your best joke.


Please leave, for my Power needs too warm up also a hint duck.


He extrude black orange, inky like substances and it fogged the entire area the women of light where blasted away.


As he began to laugh and say he he!

The women, pick there self from the great "Mountain" side an Push pure energy into his place.


Yummy was that meant for my tummy.


Because your Power's are a wink at sad fashion.


Not sorry, for here's mine the Mountain, then scatters across the vast land.

Hallows eve and nights are darkened
By gouls and goblins and witches excited by morning wakings, next evenings frighting
take the souls of weaken minds
To greater strength and evil sources
They store them up get much strength
For one more year they have to wait,
to steal minds of all the weak
So Clearly think of all you do
Or have your soul stolen from you!