The witches flying overhead,
With shrieks and cackles, loop the loop;
And people scream to watch them swoop.
Respect the evening of the dead,
As zombies groan and werewolves howl,
And vampires wander on the prowl.
The night fills human hearts with dread,
As necromancers cast a spell,
And things are creeping out from Hell.
The witches flying overhead
Respect the evening of the dead;
The night fills human hearts with dread.
For Andrea and Connie’s Constanza contest