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Within its gates I heard the sound
Of winds in cypress caverns caught
Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought
To whisper what their roots had found.
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills
William Shakespeare, Richard II
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
George Carlin
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen,
Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!"
Dexter Kozen
Monster Mash, Bobby "Boris" Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers
Thriller, Michael Jackson
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A walking the Devil has gone,
To look at his little, snug farm of the world,
And see how his stock went on.
Opening paragraph of The Devil's Walk
Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1812