The wind howls as the wolves feast
On such a night where souls retreat.
The veil growing thinner by the hour
For the witches and demons time to devour.
What a massacre it must’ve been
In the old days with such lovely grins.
All creatures come to greet
Everyone they soon meet.
Let the blood moon soar high and low
For the earth is walked by many ghosts.
Even the air smells unclean
What night could it be but Halloween!