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Trick or treat. . .
How many times do the children chant those words, unknowing, blissful.
How many times must they treat it like some lighthearted spell instead of a hex?
Oh, it pains me so!
It pains me so to hear those young souls already being lost to what is unreachable.
There is nothing for them in the Aether, only pain.
Pain, pain and suffering and suffering and pain!
Very well, let it suit them.
Their souls, already tainted with that curse, shall only be led down a darker path of pain.
Pain, pain and suffering and suffering and pain.
Very well, let them live.
O! I cry for the times when those wretched souls shall be lost, gone, sucked into the abyss of the Aether so we shalt never lay eyes upon them again.
O! Curses to the youth upon whom the spell has already taken, sucking their soul far into the abyss.
O! Let them be free, let the Aether set their souls free.
Take their wings and fix them, O Lord! Please, let them go free.
Trick or treat, my darlings. The time has come at last.
- How many times must they say those words, do tell me how many times. O!
Trick or treat, my darlings. The time has come at last.
- How many times must they say those words, do tell me how many times. O!
I absolutely LOVE poetry!!! I'm so happy you have this :D