legends had told that the corn maze was haunted,

but we turned every corner, together undaunted

so windblown and wishful, with sweetness naïve

we walked through the corn stalks on All Hallow's Eve

till the air gave a shiver, and terribly soon

the sun slid down quickly, and red rose the moon

our hands clasping tightly, we tangled our trail

and, pressed close we questioned: how thin was the veil?"

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Yup, not in order because the first picture's more difficult than this simple one, but am enjoying the crap out of illustrating JulesKD's awesome poem. :D