Halloween wraps fear in innocence, 
As though it were a slightly sour sweet. 
Let terror, then, be turned into a treat, 
Lest it undermine our common sense. 
Our nightmares are the founts of fancy whence 
We wander through the fields of our conceit, 
Eluding the true horror we must meet 
Embodied in the play of our pretense, 
Now ranged across the night in our defense.


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