Halloween night is not what it seems;
Ghosts and ghouls haunting your dreams.
I walk among the spooky, old shack.
Clenching my fists, I am ready for attack.
A witch flies by on her broomstick,
Trying to steal my candle's wick.
Leaving me in the dark,
Hearing only the echo of a bark.
The wolves howl,
As the black cats prowl.
Zombies rise from the ground,
Buried graves cannot be found.
These things may give you a fright,
But it is only the beginning of Halloween Night.