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Ghastly goblins,

Ghostly ghouls,

Darkness penetrates,

Wishes shattered, 

Empty dreams,

Their destiny awaits.

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Locked within a rotted shell,

No mercy hears their plea,

They fantasize of something else,

And beg but no one sees.

And on the night of Hallow's Eve,

The reaper dressed in gloom

Will rap upon the door of fate,

With evidence near doom.

He'll spread the scrolls of eons past

That open up their eyes,

Unscrupulous,  revealing truth

And crush their shroud of lies.

Cause on this night,

"The Witch's Prom",

The other side of kind,

Creeps through the doors to summon

Goblins deep inside the mind,

Lurked too long,

The balls and chains,

But they're always half alive,

They've fed into the fantasies

Until this night arrives.

The fear will build uncertainty,

Locked in their grasp you'll shiver

Your blood runs cold under the thoughts,

Ghost fantasies deliver!!!

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