All Hallows eve Esmerelda the fair with her long flaxen hair, shimmering softly, causing many a stare. She gathered her herbs all covered in dew, Mugwort, Trefoil, red clover to stew. She stoked up the stove and got it real hot. Boiling up water in her black metal pot. Words of wisdom, following spell books of old. Some quite peaceful and some really quite bold. She sang as she worked in her little old house, With a black cat for company and a tiny white mouse. Lightning and thunder to add some real spice, Charge up her offering, so lovely, so nice. All Hallows Eve, when the dead shall walk, Keep people company, have tea and a talk. Honour the dead, remember them well, And welcome the Winter, for the stories it tells.

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