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The power of All Hallow’s Eve
Of ghosts and fey without reprieve
Is mine to call and mine to use
I trade and traffic with the dead
Who call to me of things unsaid
Dread forces that wither and seduce
Those mighty, strong who only fall
To forces wild whose charms enthrall
Hearts of iron and minds of steel
Are naught to me, for I unseal
The bonds of magic, free to roam
O’er all the streets: in every home
Lies one who wakens at my heed
Such is this power, power indeed
My magic and my charms alike
Bewitching men and beast to strike
At bonds unknown and yet still strong
Granting knowledge known all along
Shall I demonstrate illusion
To snare, trick, and bring intrusion
Upon your lives in idle peace?
A spell to grant the golden fleece 1
That gilded beast skin, to entice
The man who seeks it at all price
King may he be, or wayward son
Should fate choose him, words have I none
To chastise or to reprimand
I’ll merely lend a helping hand.
So come to me, skeptic you may be
I’ll show your fate, though you may disagree
I’ll brew you draughts to bring love at your will
To poison, yet find another means to kill
Potions, spells, pure magic at my call
Come hither to me: come here one and all.
1 Found by Jason of Greek fame
Bought on eBay with just a claim
The cost was cheap, much less than the frog
Who still somewhat smells, but then -- AUGH
Why has this curse been placed on me
Who merely footnotes, for you see
I have no pow’r; I’m not a witch
Oughtn’t I be free from this awful switch?
Eye of newt and goddammit
To this pain I won’t submit.
I demand my right to talk norm’lly
With no rhymes nor damn apostr’phes.
I cry abuse! this I can't find
In the handbook -- I'm in a bind
O'er what to do and what to say
Gee, maybe it's not a wonderful day.
The power of All Hallow’s Eve
Of ghosts and fey without reprieve
Is mine to call and mine to use
I trade and traffic with the dead
Who call to me of things unsaid
Dread forces that wither and seduce
Those mighty, strong who only fall
To forces wild whose charms enthrall
Hearts of iron and minds of steel
Are naught to me, for I unseal
The bonds of magic, free to roam
O’er all the streets: in every home
Lies one who wakens at my heed
Such is this power, power indeed
My magic and my charms alike
Bewitching men and beast to strike
At bonds unknown and yet still strong
Granting knowledge known all along
Shall I demonstrate illusion
To snare, trick, and bring intrusion
Upon your lives in idle peace?
A spell to grant the golden fleece 1
That gilded beast skin, to entice
The man who seeks it at all price
King may he be, or wayward son
Should fate choose him, words have I none
To chastise or to reprimand
I’ll merely lend a helping hand.
So come to me, skeptic you may be
I’ll show your fate, though you may disagree
I’ll brew you draughts to bring love at your will
To poison, yet find another means to kill
Potions, spells, pure magic at my call
Come hither to me: come here one and all.
1 Found by Jason of Greek fame
Bought on eBay with just a claim
The cost was cheap, much less than the frog
Who still somewhat smells, but then -- AUGH
Why has this curse been placed on me
Who merely footnotes, for you see
I have no pow’r; I’m not a witch
Oughtn’t I be free from this awful switch?
Eye of newt and goddammit
To this pain I won’t submit.
I demand my right to talk norm’lly
With no rhymes nor damn apostr’phes.
I cry abuse! this I can't find
In the handbook -- I'm in a bind
O'er what to do and what to say
Gee, maybe it's not a wonderful day.