Past the glad and sunlit season,
Past the solstice, sunlight's treason,
When the shadows drown all reason
'Mid the autumn's red demesne,
Then the jack-o'-lantern's laughter
Flames at twilight, ever after—
Then, the woodland witch will craft her
Haunting spells of Halloween.
Return 'round midnight for...
by Adam Bolivar
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