Mabon has come and gone
The days grow shorter still
Night lengthens on and on
The darkness does its will
Leaves change as days go by
Orange, yellow, red
Then slowly begin to die
Falling round my head
Pumpkins carved, candles lit
Samhain is drawing near
I’m not scared one little bit
I will feel no fear
Darkness is my friend tonight
Ghosts and spooks abound
Giving others quite a fright
But I don’t make a sound
Werewolves howl, witches fly
A vampire bite feels so right
Fog spreads out across the sky
I am reborn, a creature of the night
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