a poem by Jack Prelutsky
It's Halloween! It's Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen
On any other night:
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels,
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms.
In masks and gowns
we haunt the street
And knock on doors
for trick or treat.
Tonight we are
the king and queen,
For oh tonight
it's Halloween!
You come upon a ruined hamlet, villagers all fled or slaughtered
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It's the bowl. Someone might find it in any old shop, it is earthenware
mixed from the bones of the last shaman of Nilotte.
Whosoever eats from the bo...

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