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Roses are Red,
Black when painted by the Dead.
Violets wither Blue,
When held in comparison to You.
Queen of Halloween,
Is the crown you've claimed,
Goddess of the Nights,
Is your name by rights.
Writing spooky is hard,
When you dont spend time in a graveyard.
But the facts are true,
No one can hold a candle to you.
So we beg of you,
Let us succumb to you.
you see some fun in us,
and we'll play with you this game
until there is one,who will scream your name.
This is all in the name of fun,
even if this poem fails,
everyone has won.
THIS POEM IS SO EPIC CHEESE FAIL. <3