All Hallows Eve

Halloween is almost here,
the ghosts and goblins gather near.
Preparing for that special night
when all the children get a fright.

The pumpkins cast their eery glow
and flicker and fade as the wind softly blows.
The vampires in their coffins arise
as children scurry with piercing cries.

The zombies walk the streets alone,
the living, to the dead unknown;
they seek revenge in the evenings chill
every hallows eve from the graveyards hill.

The witches are heard from miles away
their cackles invite all to come out and play.
Riding high on their brooms to get the best view
of the lone lost child to add to their brew.

The spirits of the dead awake,
the dust of years they raise and shake;
their souls are free to roam unseen,
they wander quietly serene.

The werewolves at the moon will howl,
among the children the monsters prowl.
Mothers oblivious to the dangers that lurk
see only costumes from others hard work.

They marvel how real, they seem so tragic,
then shrug it off to makeup magic.
They share the night with the creatures of old
unaware of the dangers their forefathers told.

TV, movies, books and games
made all scary things seem rather tame;
noises, strange lights and things that go 'BOO'
are all man made, they're not really true.

So the zombies, monsters, werewolves and ghosts
return defeated to their devilish host.
All hallows eve just isn't the same
for the creatures of night it's become rather lame.

(happy ending)

But the children still love it, it's candy they seek
and if by chance they meet a real freak,
a genuine monster whose teeth drips with drool,
no scream they'll make, they think it's cool.
(scary ending)

But may I suggest you take my advice,
these goulish creatures are not very nice.
They didn't dress up like 'Thriller' to dance,
you won't get too far, you won't stand a chance.

The creatures of night of whom you detest
will soon be your guide, they'll have you possessed.
And to their world they'll drag you down
in the muck and the mire until you drown.

Six feet under will be your new home,
till next hallows eve' when you come out to roam.