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© Gemma L. Holliday
21st October 2002
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A demon of purest night
Face lit by eerie pumpkin light
Glides by under the full moon’s sight
Moving to an ancient melody
Goblins weave a manic counterpoint
And a black cat gently winds through her legs
The sensual dance
Once again beginning
As the blood call rings out
From the trick-or-treaters
And a primal beat calls out
Singing a sirens song
Come to me,
A treat will be yours
For the vampires kiss
Is as sweet a gift
As any you may find
On this moon lit All Hallows Eve

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