I AM XAVIERTRIX, KING OF GHOSTS!
LOOK UPON THIS MANUSCIRIPT, MORTAL,
AND COWER IN FEAR!*
The Halloween of October 31st,
a time when all the lands are cursed
when ghosts run freely without a care
and banshees float lowly with grime in their hair
zombies do walk with a craving for brains
and a dead conductor crashes trains
when the bats converge
and the Lego bricks merge (Yay for bad rhyme!!!)
Halloween will be all upon us.
This is my first poem - sorry if it stunked ^.^
-Xaviertrix
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