Where Black Is Woeful White...
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Shaun Cronick
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Where's the horror Shaun,
Had none since Halloween.
Not a drop of blood,
Nothing to make us scream...
Oh! That will all change,
Just clearing the poetry deck.
And when darkness falls,
Cold talons around your neck.
Something wicked this way comes,
In the silence of the night.
A portent that's unstoppable,
Where black is woeful white...
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