Thirteenth Hour Poem by Elle Lazarus

Thirteenth Hour



Prisoner of Halloween,
I can see you feen.
You will not be released,
until the clock strikes Thirteen.
Hell will be unleashed,
so stay solid, stay unseen.
The Halloween festival has begun.

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Great Job! Short and wonderful

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Elle Lazarus

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