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Jack and Sally
When jack met sally
The masses grew as they rallied
A prophet of nightmares
A collector of souls
Chizled bone
The breeze in the night of those who think there alone
He removes his head
And takes claim to the thrown
This creature Jack
Was incentric and queer
Even tho he fills your head with manic panic and fear
Oh dear
In his ghoulish glory
His wishes to scare was fair
Although hellish in his spite
His reign of terror was genuine and sincere
What this? Suddenly she appeared
She approached the bust of his chair
As nothing but a silohette
She did not tremble or fret
Nor did she stray or try to runaway
Kneeling only her head
She looked up into the vacant spaces just above his skinless nose
Her eyes glew like bright yellow head lights
This took him back with a presumptuous pompous intrigued " ahh indeed"
He sat back in in comfort and delight
Not in fright
Engulfed by rattling curiousity on this hallows eve night
His guards try to approach the unknown presence.
But with a ghoulish stare and a devilish grin they stopped in there tracks
Jack with a deep demonic tone screeamed! " get back god damn you get back!"
The quivered into dust.
Jack apologized " im sorry my dear...