Hallows Eve Poem by GuyAdler Dorelien
Hallows Eve
On this hollows eve the fire burns bright, with mischief.
As the children of Hansel and Gretel play with their-
-Blood stained knives.
Their giggles spread out like an infectious disease.
Waiting to cripple anyone-
-caught in their web of death.
We are the children’s of Hansel and Gretel-
-they say in their childish manner.
And we know what becomes of you-
-When you wonder into the woods.
On hollows eve.
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