On Hallows Eve the witching hour tolls the start of sweet and sour
Sinister the milky moon hangs high above without a tune
To unify those down below who quake and cry beneath its glow.
The muggy mist and mossy marble rots beneath the iv'ry sun
Marking the rest of long decaying warriors whose life is done.
The specters rattle in their cages bellowing for a release.
To break free from their crumbly caves and partake in a human feast.
And in the glow another shows; the face of man turned beast.
Hungry, harrowed, hauntingly he howls his dark piece.
The cries heard by the other ghouls under the daunting moon
Shriek "Halloween is here my friends, the time for us is soon!"
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