Of ghosts and ghouls,
Of spirits and silence;
The night when mortal lost souls,
Paint on the same disguise,
As lingering body-less souls,
Sharing drinks in the same edifice.
The night's come alive,
Creatures unheard of by day -
The pointed hats and naked bones,
To bless, dance or settle scores;
On this night filled with mystery,
To treat, to trick, or to traumatise.
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