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Ode To Halloween

Here it is, that time of year. Where business push, Christmas cheer. It angers me, causes my blood to boil, the thought of such things causes my emotions to embroil. Tis not fair, to the great Hallows eve. Because of this plastic cheer, that business's conceive. I care not for Santa, or his inflatable Reindeer. I despise snow and fake glittery cheer. Businesses can't seem to get it through their heads. That cometh October, is the festival of dreads! Fear is a gift, one that's rather giving. A sweet little reminder, that we are the living. The veil between the gray, is tattered and torn Passing through the veil, they bring bad luck a

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Ode To Halloween

Here it is, that time of year. Where business push, Christmas cheer. It angers me, causes my blood to boil, the thought of such things causes my emotions to embroil. Tis not fair, to the great Hallows eve. Because of this plastic cheer, that business's conceive. I care not for Santa, or his inflatable Reindeer. I despise snow and fake glittery cheer. Businesses can't seem to get it through their heads. That cometh October, is the festival of dreads! Fear is a gift, one that's rather giving. A sweet little reminder, that we are the living. The veil between the gray, is tattered and torn Passing through the veil, they bring bad luck a

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Ode To Halloween by Vawkis, literature

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Ode To Halloween

Here it is, that time of year. Where business push, Christmas cheer. It angers me, causes my blood to boil, the thought of such things causes my emotions to embroil. Tis not fair, to the great Hallows eve. Because of this plastic cheer, that business's conceive. I care not for Santa, or his inflatable Reindeer. I despise snow and fake glittery cheer. Businesses can't seem to get it through their heads. That cometh October, is the festival of dreads! Fear is a gift, one that's rather giving. A sweet little reminder, that we are the living. The veil between the gray, is tattered and torn Passing through the veil, they bring bad luck a

Ode to the Nightmare. by Vawkis, literature

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Ode to the Nightmare.

It seems an odd reason to be thankful, to wake up from sleep screaming. Though the cause for such act, is caused by Nightmarish dreaming. To rouse from your covers, with body cold and a quiver. From dark visions that now have past, that causes you to shiver. Tis a thankless jobs a Nightmare has, For no one understands their cause. So I write this poem now, to ask you for a moments pause. The chilling fears, the ghoulish jeers, the unspeakable horrors and dread. A lesson learned, one that shouldn't be spurned. Those fears are all in your head. This lesson though is not complete, a gift also granted as well. One often missed, for fears reminisc