The Bells Have Been Tolled,
The Spells Have Been Cast.
This Isn't Our First,
And It Won't Be Our Last
We Welcome The Wick, The Willing, The Wild.
There's Food To Eat, Brew to Drink, And Bodies to Defile.
When The Sun Goes Down the decadence Ensues,
At 1501 Count Avnue.
All Hallow's Eve,
October Thirty-first,
Come Join Our Masquerade,
Quench your thirst.
Show Up In Costume Is Our Simple Request,
Or on The Rack You'll Be Put To The Test!
By The Sister's Grim
^,.,^
COMMENTS
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TaintedAngel14
16:47 Sep 30 2008
lol, u and poetry
darkkiller
14:49 Feb 11 2009
cool. you poems are interesting to read
XxDracoMasterxX
03:32 Jul 20 2009
this Is a Invite from the Sister's Grim, known to alot of Memphis ppl. THey are also my Mom, and my two Aunts ^,.,^
my mom mad the invite.
there were over 200 ppl there in the house, let alone the ones outside crowding the place.