In your house of disillusion
behind the weathered vanes
the wind will howl
while demons crawl
calling out your name

In a quiet moment
tucked snugly in your bed
you'll pray that angels save you
from the voices in your head

But sleep won't bring you comfort
nor refuge in a dream
You'll pace the halls
and scratch the walls
in a silent scream

A statue with a face of horror
that's all you'll be and nothing more
Trapped inside the frozen lake
no prayers will help
no soul to take

Underneath the icy sheet
where Virgil tread
with steady feet
where demons scowl
and Cwn Annwn howl
will be your final
Trick-or-Treat......

Oh...and you'll find the hot chocolate,
nutmeg and cinnamon
in the cupboard,
Brandy in the wet-bar,
and milk in the fridge...

...And if you'd like,
you can sign up now
for a very special Elving workshop
with Santa as the guest speaker.
Best to book now as spaces
are filling up quickly this year...

Of course we do require a small
deposit...
say
your soul???

Enjoy your evening...
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