Hear the loud alarum bells, brazen bells!
What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night, how they scream out their affright
Too much horrified to speak, they can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher, with a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now -- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.

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Going into the twelfth consequtive edition of Hooptober, it's becoming increasingly difficult to crank out a witty title, opening line and especially to try and summarize just how much I look forward to this every year [uh, oh, I happened to delete the rest of this text but I'll try and recreate it some day]