As the night grows dark and cold,
Shadows appear from an eery mold.
Under the lunar eclipse the earth is tinted green,
The perfect setting for Halloween.

Run and cry,
Cower and hide.
As the incantations reach the dead,
From the room stained with red.
Remember those words that I spoke,
See the spirits they evoke.
On this night be cautious,
Beware!
Death's icy breath now fills the air.

At the stroke of ten the headstones tip,
The cold dead earth begins to rip.
As the dead come back,
They moan and groan.
Defying death they have come back.
They do this but once a year,
And wreak havoc on all who fear,
With their tortured screams for all to hear.
They look at the world with empty eyes,
And see a pisturesque dark green sky.
Masses run,
And the dead have fun.
Hear the skeletons laugh with shrill hilarity.
They've turned death into a real life parody.

The dead are back,
For their annual attack.
Sad hearts need not grieve,
They can reunite with a lost love on...
ALL HALLOWS EVE!

(comments are greatly appreciated)