this ramble may be
worth a moment of your time
it might be more than gossip
it just might save your life
yellow, brown and dusty
was the dusk that led to a certain full moon
a time of strange uncertainty
an omen of deathly doom
I was by myself
the first time I saw it
an empty, rotting corpse
ever would have wrought it
and here's my parting words
I pray thee dost take heed
like that poor fellow Crane
pursued by a spectral steed
he should have stayed away
from sleepy little hollows
prepare to feel your skin crawl
by the story which will follow
I'm gonna put you wise
the wretched truth belies
the quaint country's sides
which are never turned toward the light
where I found the trail
so soft and frail
is a decision
until the act
brings submission
now the night was long and low
the nor`wester she did blow
the leaves wisp down the empty lane
the crooked tree limb scratch the window pane
and I heard a creak upon the stair
who could be down there?
I locked up tight
I think that's right
I'm all by myself
I'm all alone
I'm by myself
in my country home
I'm all alone
I'm by my self
the clock stopped ticking
upon the shelf
but what is moving in the gloom
a clump in the corner of my room
I don't remember seeing that before
how'd that lump get on this floor
I'm movin' slowly toward the door
but something has caught my sleeve
oh no, it won't let me leave
the thunder in the distance
or is it my pounding heart
when I settled in the country
it wasn't very smart
this will be my hour of doom
I'm trapped with horror
locked in a tomb
oh how I hate
the glow of the moon
a growl, a snear
a breath in my ear
the chill of autumn
has reached the bottom
of my very trembling soul
this is it
I feel the pit
of a nightmare come true
the torture will now ensue
I wish I could turn back
the great grandfather clock
and I would have never left
my noisy city block
why did I move to the sticks??
I thought I'd be safe with hicks
but there's something out here in the country
that the brochures forget to mention
there's a secret of the rustic woods
a sordid evil intention
it lurks it waits
till you make the mistake
of bringing your clumsy carcass
out amongst the forest
where shadows are darker than night
and even in day, a seeping blight
lurks around every corner
and preys upon each victim
with the same relentless bloodthirst
with which this hollow is stricken
the bane of malicious dread
which conjours up the dead
has found me in a stormy tempest
the very next moment
will be my grimmest
now I'm gonna know
why I say my prayers at night
but I fear it will do no good
I witness a living fright
and as I stare into its eyes
my mind grows numb and empty
invaded by this gruesome entity
of origin unknown
crept into my home
the corridor of terror
awaits the echo of my screams
the grip around my throat
assures me this is no dream
on the holiday I hate
the one called HALLOWEEN
worth a moment of your time
it might be more than gossip
it just might save your life
yellow, brown and dusty
was the dusk that led to a certain full moon
a time of strange uncertainty
an omen of deathly doom
I was by myself
the first time I saw it
an empty, rotting corpse
ever would have wrought it
and here's my parting words
I pray thee dost take heed
like that poor fellow Crane
pursued by a spectral steed
he should have stayed away
from sleepy little hollows
prepare to feel your skin crawl
by the story which will follow
I'm gonna put you wise
the wretched truth belies
the quaint country's sides
which are never turned toward the light
where I found the trail
so soft and frail
is a decision
until the act
brings submission
now the night was long and low
the nor`wester she did blow
the leaves wisp down the empty lane
the crooked tree limb scratch the window pane
and I heard a creak upon the stair
who could be down there?
I locked up tight
I think that's right
I'm all by myself
I'm all alone
I'm by myself
in my country home
I'm all alone
I'm by my self
the clock stopped ticking
upon the shelf
but what is moving in the gloom
a clump in the corner of my room
I don't remember seeing that before
how'd that lump get on this floor
I'm movin' slowly toward the door
but something has caught my sleeve
oh no, it won't let me leave
the thunder in the distance
or is it my pounding heart
when I settled in the country
it wasn't very smart
this will be my hour of doom
I'm trapped with horror
locked in a tomb
oh how I hate
the glow of the moon
a growl, a snear
a breath in my ear
the chill of autumn
has reached the bottom
of my very trembling soul
this is it
I feel the pit
of a nightmare come true
the torture will now ensue
I wish I could turn back
the great grandfather clock
and I would have never left
my noisy city block
why did I move to the sticks??
I thought I'd be safe with hicks
but there's something out here in the country
that the brochures forget to mention
there's a secret of the rustic woods
a sordid evil intention
it lurks it waits
till you make the mistake
of bringing your clumsy carcass
out amongst the forest
where shadows are darker than night
and even in day, a seeping blight
lurks around every corner
and preys upon each victim
with the same relentless bloodthirst
with which this hollow is stricken
the bane of malicious dread
which conjours up the dead
has found me in a stormy tempest
the very next moment
will be my grimmest
now I'm gonna know
why I say my prayers at night
but I fear it will do no good
I witness a living fright
and as I stare into its eyes
my mind grows numb and empty
invaded by this gruesome entity
of origin unknown
crept into my home
the corridor of terror
awaits the echo of my screams
the grip around my throat
assures me this is no dream
on the holiday I hate
the one called HALLOWEEN
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Sean Terrence Best World Famous Artist &
Master of Alter~Reality !! *~V8~*
Master of Alter~Reality !! *~V8~*
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