Once upon a midnight theory
thinking of things that make me dreary
A ghostly hand Of earlier shores
Things to ponder
Life's mystery to wonder
As a hellish hand of yore
Open Hell's door and nothing more
A wisp
A whip I did smell
Rotting flesh straight from Hell
A goullish mess for sure
A whrip
A lash
A scream of blood for sure
Tis Helloween and nothing more
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