My eye awakens on this eve
To glimpse grim ghosts, and take sick leave
While hell-burnt black cats screech, spit, scratch
At demons in the thumping patch.
I beg vague boggarts, "Stay thy rage!"
I'm Wrymer - my favorite aesthetic
Is making the world more poetic
I hope to be heard
By those who love words
(Though others may say I'm pathetic)
Here's one for October;
Don't read it if sober:
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