The souls are not lost when they sail through the air,
They circle endlessly till Halloween comes once a year.
The ghouls, the ghosts, the spirits, the skulls without hair,
Come to their annual meeting at the end of October.
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'You try to be like them through the costume you wear You might even try track them to earth in their lair. You might try to rip apart a soul with a tear, But be careful when you treat, trick or dare.' - A warning to be heeded to.
Very amusing fantasy