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Standing, quietly, at the bottom of the stairs
No one ever seems to notice her there
Dress, stained with red, tells of her plight
How she had vanished, that Halloween night
No one came looking, for fear they would find
A sorceress, like her, unsettled in mind
Never was welcomed, as one of the folk
Evidenced now, by the blood on her cloak
But she knew much better, revenge in her sight
Luring them closer, with the glow of a light
Into the vastness, they’d soon disappear
Lost to mortality, imprisoned, in her sphere
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