A shadow crept up on the wall last night
Cast by the pale moon’s soft eerie glow,
A silhouette so dark it beckoned fright
Yet still familiar, a shape I seemed to know;
It’s been so long, why haunt me now, I said—
You did not answer but the umbra smiled,
Silent in black, as mourning recent dead,
I rubbed my eyes that they not be beguiled;
What brings you now, cloaked in these widow weeds?
Stalking me by murderous murk of moon
Amidst the horror of All Hallows’ eve,
Haunting me from out some wicked womb.
Ah, but it seems the perfect night to call,
Where undead walk and evil may enthrall.
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