A creepy book for Hallowed poems gathered over the Halloween, All Souls weekend on the streets of Auld Reekie.

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Oooo, Scary

Lurking in the mists of Auld Reekie is a treacherous tale of grim and gore
that ne’er the word should speak
yet Hallowed eve draws souls from deid
them bones they rattle and creek
and rise up on this eve of death to pass from world to next
the seasons toll the pains of life
The agony of hurt and strife
forgot by all who passed this way
to nether-world, below they stay
In ground, in box, a casket strewn
them bones they rattle and creek
with gravel o’er, they lay them doon
and undertake to weep
that life and pain no more be theirs
Their souls now wander down the stairs
and us who watch from on the ground
no peace or solace mourn we found.


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