POEM: Halloween

Welcome to the Masquerade!
There’s no reason to be afraid.
Twenty belles, but just one Ball,
but behind ten masks creatures trawl
[a harbor called Bad Judgement.]

Fifty-fifty are the odds,
she’ll not work on the demon’s squad.
Your beast may sport two backs or one,
by the time the night is done.

Choose wisely whom you take back home.
Mask down, you’ll face a wrinkled gnome.
No pressure, but it’s bliss or Hell,
Depends upon the kind of spell
[that you let yourself be put under.]

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