Halloween spooky
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A light fall breeze passes over the forlorn field,
Carrying with in an air of lonesomeness, a desire
To restore life into what has been sealed
Up for all eternity
Speak to me, they do
The Whispers in the halls
Another's thoughts persue me
Just waiting for the fall
A path unto insanity
A mind's own hollow room
For I cannot control them
A lightning bolt in a witches hand
Can be so grand
Shows you what poer she holds
If she be so bold
I am told
When you come across this one you should fold
She has so much power