Hung for All Hallows Eve
The spider-webs fill with leaves
A gust hurls the red umbrella
Into the pomegranate tree
A tornado is sighted miles away
Shape-shifting dragon flicking his tail
Threatening to eat the children first
Who scurry home with empty sacks
Then hail-stones salt the fields
The clouds of doom descend
From heaven warriors sweep
The world is finally at an end
Except that morning comes again
And through it all I find I've slept
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