Poem by aaronbloodgood
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Orange paints the town on nature's hollow breath,
Bathing precious imps in the Devil's spice.
Once again, tis the season of death;
The final respite before the coming of ice.
Disguise yourself in the flesh of others,
Lest the shadows take you beyond the veil.
Candy hauls unite and divide blood brothers,
Though excess may leave them cold as a coffin nail.
Let the moon be thy guide on a night fit to bask,
Seduce and enchant with the wonders of October dread.
But whatever you do, don't remove your mask.
Because it's all fun and games, until someone ends up dead.
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Scribe's Hollow Halloween Horror Anthology 2023
HorrorA celebration of spooky season for Halloween 2023 in the Scribe's Hollow discord server! Come enjoy reading the chilling tales of our talented community! Rules of submission within. All submissions must be work of the author and by a member of the S...
