Prick of My Thumbs
By the prick of my thumbsSomething wicked this way comes
From dead of night to eerie morn
No one has seen the like
The fear that arrives before
Something wicked comes
Terror strikes its cursed blow
Being alone, no one in sight
Suddenly that feeling of fear turns
To the sudden trancelike gaze
No one wants to know from where
No one dares ask why
When something wicked comes
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