Hallow’s eve

Tonight I'm shape shifting...
wearing skins of felines,
divining your future with animal's blood in full moon light.

Tonight I’m a shaman,
raising the dead from the underworld,
conjuring costumes of little and old,
transforming rune stones into candy stones.

Tonight I'm a magician...
shifting through air,
travelling back in time,
to decide the fate of the world.

Tonight I'm that witch,
Navigating with broomsticks,
Manipulating your dreams,
Turning them into dreadful apparitions.

Tonight the dead shall rise again,
Seeking revenge from the pits of hell.

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