Tonight is the night, when moldy tombs tremble and quake.
Children roam free is search of soul cakes.
Death is so close, you can feel his stale breath,
as he draws nearer and pants at your neck.
If you feel a draft in your room as you’re trying to sleep,
clutch your hands tight and cover your feet.
Cold caresses from a long expired breeze,
Some lonely, cold souls just want a mortal to squeeze.
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