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The pretty, little flower girl

There was a pretty, little flower girl

Many moons ago

She always found the brightest blooms

And sold them down The Row

 

The Row was full of scurrilous knaves 

Who thought her smile so priceless 

One day they took that smile away 

And left her cold & lifeless 

 

No man nor beast was ever caught

And flowers bloomed no-more

The Row fell grey with dank decay 

An...

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Flowersghosts

Something From Hell!

 

From the eerie, cool night

She drifted in

With her coal-black eyes 

and pale white skin

From a shallow grave, inhaling sin

To the village she crawled, 

to feed within

 

As the moonlight shone

most soundly slept

Into the flesh of their minds, 

she wriggled & crept

To expose a secret 

they had quietly kept

And devour their souls,

'til nothing was lef...

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Ghostsrevenge

Something's Creeping...

Something comes creeping

Through the dark night

I look from my window

But it's just out of sight!

 

Something comes knocking

Knocking at my door

I turn the handle... slowly

But, it's there no more!

 

Something comes crawling

Crawling so slow

Shall I turn to look?

I no longer know!

 

Something is breathing

Under my bed!

I dare not look

'case it ...

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Scary maryGhostsnightfear

The Crimson Queen!

(Happy Halloween everyone!)

 

She rides upon a crimson horse

Its eyes as black as tar

Pray not to hear her whispered name

For she'll come to where you are

 

Her skin: as white as fresh-laid snow 

And twice as cold to touch

Her hair: as black as night itself

Hold your breath now, hush!

 

For if you hear the galloping hooves

Coming to your door

Run with all ...

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