Fantasmi che si risvegliano in una buia notte di Halloween

Halloween as It Should Have Been. Struck in the frame where shadows creep, The dead awaken from their sleep. The dark consumes with gentle grin, Ah yes - it’s Halloween again. No laughter here, no masks of cheer, Only whispers the soul can hear. The veil grows thin, the stars grow mean, Halloween - as it should have been.

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