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In yellow glow
of Lunar pull;
as mournful spirits pray,

with senses sharp
and conscience dull
I turn my back on day.

Tonight I dance
to harvest souls;
court demons openly,

and seek sweet bribes
from treat-filled bowls
through threat of trickery.

I partner my shadow
and follow its lead
embracing a darker side;

waltz into places
where evil breeds
and allies of hell reside.

Finding myself
on this long night
in the company of sin,

I turn my back
on blessed light
until All Saints begins.

..........(c) 1997 Tom Romeo..


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