31 October 2012
Each year it happens the same, ten will go, none will remain.
The reason I know is not out of guess. Once I went, it was quite fancy dress.
There were ghosts, vampires, fairies would go. None returned as you already know.
Then came me, dressed up as Myself. I scared enough children to go to hell.
Then came the host, he shot them all dead. Then there was me and to be honest he fled.
Now this evening I must return the same. I'll take over the party, play the same game.
A Hallowe'en Party • Opuss № I