They say that when a flame turns blue,
A spirit hovers close to you,
A ghost sends chills and flickers, boo!
And your blood drains, your morals, too.
They say that when you utter thrice,
To Bloody Mary, en device,
And douse the glass in flame and ice,
The water will run cold and nice.
As in the linger of the hallow,
In the shielding of the gallows,
You'll craft raven from a sparrow,
And see daylight turn to shadow.
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