The beast slumbers for now
When she rises no one is sure how
There are always signs of her coming
Leaves fall, the air grows cold
A soft humming
Of a frightful delight
Jack O’Lanterns with sunken faces
Turkey bones strewn across the land
Is all she replaces
Elves dance with glee
As they work day and night
For the man in red to soar
To bring the seasons cheer
But you don’t want to be near
When her siren song comes clanging
As the wreaths are hanging
There is no escape
For someone summons her every year
Just pray it won’t be long
That you have to listen to her song
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