Cacophony

Tonight's the night where little feet
Will pitter-pat down darkened streets
And angeled girls and boys in sheets
Shall have the trick but not the treat

The treat is mine, a treat so sweet
Of fledgling blood and infant meat
The cleaver waits to carve so neat
And make the Hallow'd night complete.

Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly
There are bats within my belfry and the grinning moon is nigh
Missing persons, weeping mommas, angels falling, ghosts unwound
High-pitched screams are twelve-tone scale but the soul departs without a sound.

Death does await the city of Gotham, Batman. It's a busy night for us both, surely, hmmm?
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