An End To Hallowed EveMature

At school they had a creative writing competition.
I am neither creative enough, organised enough, nor motivated enough to get involved in school competitions that - due to my pessimistic view on life - I expect I would simply lose.
So here I am doing my own~

Lucky number thirteen
As days pass on by
And each day walk past faces
With their yellow, golden eyes

Lucky number thirteen
With each and every lie
The taste of bitter sweetness
Is dancing in our minds

Lucky number thirteen
You see the devil cry
As reaching child ghostlings
Call out to ask us why

Lucky number thirteen
This Hallowed Eve won't die
And reaching, crying children now
Have seen us lose our will to try.

The End

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