lll winds mark its fearsome flight, and autumn branches creak with fright. The landscape turns to ashen crumbs, When something wicked this way comes. Crystal water turns to dark, where eer its presence leaves it mark, and boiling currents pound like drums, when something wicked this way comes. A presence dark invades the fair, and gives the horses ample scare, for chaos reigns and panic numbs, when something wicked this way comes.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 05:57:09 +0000
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