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Bubble bubble as a potion brews,
Upon this night haunted by ghouls,
I whip up this gruesome poem,
Of Halloween spew.

Stranded ghost lay about,
For purgatory is open without a doubt.
Spirits are free to visit the living,
On this hollowed night soon dress in crimson.
Werewolves, Vamps, aliens everything hardcore,
Anything for a good scare to even the score.
Enjoy the week of Halloween, my fellow writers; for a good writing spook can be the best scare ever.