I wrote this story-poem last Halloween to convey my love to Arcanum and you guys - the customers who make this all possible.
Fantasmic
Hear all but a whisper
as the leaves come of age
and the trees shiver.
In this darkest night
and on this hour
the Fantasmic grow in power.
Hear the elven drum,
the siren's song...
A warlock spells
the hour forever long.
He clutches time
with his
...