On All Saints Eve you should beware-

And only come out if you dare.

Light slips away, shadows grow longer-

The powers of darkness grow stronger.

Ghoulies and ghosties come out to play-

Silently, at the close of day.

Darkness falls and things creep out-

Searching for souls they roam about.

Putrid corpses rise from the grave-

Living flesh is what they crave.

Many ancient witches gather round-

To mix their brew on hallow ground.

Skeletons jerkily dance in rags-

While the witches cackle like hags.

A dark, giant bat soars overhead-

It silhouettes the moon, now blood red.

Night creatures sharpen their claws-

Waiting for prey with gaping maws.

Werewolves sneak out to skulk and prowl-

Stopping every so often to howl.

So go out on All Saints Eve if you dare-

But if you were smart you'd beware.

10-18-99