Come prowl the streets with me
this night of the macabre and strange.
Ghouls, skeletons and witches brew
street lamps flicker, shadows dance.
Don your mask and walk with me
on all hallow’s eve.
Come prowl the streets with me
this night of the macabre and strange.
Ghouls, skeletons and witches brew
street lamps flicker, shadows dance.
Don your mask and walk with me
on all hallow’s eve.
lillian the home poet 
Great entry!
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Thanks — fun to do! 🙂
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I adore the word, hallowed. It’s one of my all time favorites as it can be interpreted in many fascinating ways. Some will use words, some will use images, or as you so elegantly and often do, Lillian, some create word images.
Love this one 🙂
am:)
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Happy I am to see your very nice compliment! 🙂
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🙂
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