The night wind gust by
The old tree still showing scars!
The rancid witch sobbing
New eve descends ahead!
While cats are hiding,
Mice's are hunting,
Pigs fly,
And hell is frozen over,
A scares candle in a silly old house,
Is still burning,
THERE IS HOPE STILL!
.but is fading.!
The ghostly twilight is upon us!
The knight will appear!
And all ours fears.
.will simple disappear!
JNX
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