They wait in silence for the night
When souls are loosed to cause great fright.
They creep out from their moldy holes,
Those filthy God-forsaken souls
That reek of rot and death's decay,
Intent on harm in every way.

The blood hewn moon has risen high.
It calls the Halloween spooks neigh,
To pierce the night with shrieks and screams,
Much worse than Hell's nightmarish dreams
That wake you in a fevered sweat
And keep a pounding heart upset.

The witches flying past the moon
Will show their ugly faces soon,
On corners where your children roam,
To steal them from their happy home.
Then cackle in insane delight
At horrors of their sacred night.

Such havoc by the Fiend's forsworn
Shall frolic 'til the early morn.
The vampires seeking blood to suck
Will vanquish victims out of luck.
While werewolves hiding in the woods
Will terrorize the neighborhoods.

Oh, Halloween, you wanton whore,
Bemoan the sound of nevermore!
But wait! What mischief do I see?
Is this a ruse? It cannot be!
Those specters that my mind assumes,
Are children wearing their costumes.