A shadow crept up on the wall last night
Cast by a ghost moon’s wan and jaundiced glow,
A silhouette so dark it beckoned fright
Yet of a shape and form I seemed to know.
‘It’s been so long, why vex me now’, I said—
You answered not, but still the umbra smiled,
Stygian black, as mourning recent dead,
I rubbed my eyes that they not be beguiled;
‘What brings you now, all cloaked in ragged weeds,
Maleficent marauder of the moon,
Perhaps the mayhem of All Hallows’ Eve,
Has beckoned you from out some wicked tomb?
Ah but then, what a perfect night to call,
Where undead walk and evil may enthrall’.

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