She walks through our homes, her eyes blinded with blood, rags and her twisted crown of her own flesh and bone.
Her grin is tinged with sadistic joy as she listens to the suffering and anguish of those around her.
Should she ever hear sounds of peace and laughter, her grin would fade and she would tear her blindings away to ruin us all.

Such is the way she is, for she sees no joy.

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Happy Halloween Y'all. >:3

Until the next!
S.V.

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