Upon lit Grey hallways
there were three cats
fearsome and gruesome
you will not match
and they stare into dark hollow graves
and Emily they embrace.
full moons and secluded black spaces
twilight dreams and the footstep traces
where Emily once walked and scared faces
the dark cold and unimaginable places
scattered paper and all them ghouls
permanent markers with all them fools
an outline of a fearsome being
germinates the darkness for those who've seen
a little girl of midnights cradle
with three cats and not a fable
pale skin that will devourer
a sun lightness from the midnight hour
across the pike and wondrous peaks
three cats surround and they not speak
for they will kill and wondrous pleats
Emily is here. TRICK AND TREAT!
