'twas the Night Before Hell

'Twas The Night Before Hell      'Twas the night before hell, when all through the darkness not a creature was stirring, not even a demon.      The body parts were hung on the gate without care, in hopes St. Satin would soon be there.      The demons were nestled all dead in their holes, while visions of death and the blood danced in their souls. Death in his cape and his demons had just came up from from the ground for the time of the darkness.       When out from the streets came such a sound that anything alive shuttered at the sound. Away to their duties they flew, tore open windows and blew the fear up as they flew. The moon on the breast o the new fallen snow gave the luster of sliver and gold on objects below.       When what to peoples surprise should appear but death and his twelve tiny demons. As dry leaves flew around before him like a wild hurricane. When he met with an obstacle he went right through it. So up to the houses of kids they flew, with a soul full of terrors and bad things to give.       In a twinkling he storms through your window, pawing at your blanket. As you awake from your dreams you see him, death. Dressed in a solid black cape from head too toe. His hood over his head, in a very scary looming fashion. How chilling his breath is upon your skin. His bones as cold as himself.       After his work is done, he goes back to his home. The darkness. Back to hell goes death and his demons.