~ Nightshade ~

.:: Striped Stockings ::.

Halloween was my Sweetest Dream
and Autumn was the Scent in the Air.
Victory was a Beautiful Scheme
when I was at the Renaissance Faire.

The Willow Leaves grew upside-down
And my Ring fell into the Gutter.
The Witches were being sent to Drown
yet my Mind filled up with Clutter.

Yes, Everyone around me was Talking,
When I was wearing my
Striped Stockings.

Nightshade grew on the Grape Vines
whilst Coffee brewed in the Shoppe.
And Shivers ran up my Spine
As the Rain started to drop.

Everyone in America was Talking,
When I was wearing my
Striped Stockings.

The Masquerade was a Blissful Event
But the Vampire's fangs were Bent.

Yes, Everyone I know was Talking,
When I was wearing my
Striped Stockings.



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