This is the hour when the poet grieves,
Picking his way through the rain-sodden leaves,
Betrayed by a promise he no longer believes
As he throws in his lot with murderers and thieves.
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This seems to have the same beat as M. Jacksons Thriller. An ecellent write. I could even here Vincent Price voice in it. A great debut to our scary Holloween Nights.
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This seems to have the same beat as M. Jacksons Thriller. An ecellent write. I could even here Vincent Price voice in it. A great debut to our scary Holloween Nights.