one big and one quite little
Rascal were
the little cur
Plump around his middle."
from The Ballad of the Ballyhoo Gang
All Hallow's Eve has faded to unhallowed dawn. Princesses have awoke to their chores. Traded their gowns for aprons. Traded their dreams for yours. The Weird and the Faerie take refuge in dream. Goblins to their ghastly home. Banshee and siren choke on their scream. Ghosts retreat to chambers of loam...
All save one.
A wee spirit still haunts. Tinkling chains in cobb-webbed halls. A lantern, a single spark that stabs the dark. A keening. A child. He calls.
Where is my brother? Where has he gone?
Run-a-long. Run-a-long.
Where is my mother? What'd i do wrong?
Run-a-long. Run-a-long.
Where is my father? Steady and strong?
Run-a-long. Run-a-long.
Where is my night? Where do i belong?
Run-a-long. Run-a-long.
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