A Halloween Tale
If you’re in the mood for a tale
Please come sit with me a spell
I’ll spin a yarn of sheer delight
Concerning October’s final night
Children dress up in their suits
Parents thinking, “Oh so cute”
Cauldron stirred by a giant spoon
Evil laughter echoes from the room
Goblins called to do their deed
As Vampires prepare to feed
I remember once when I was a boy
My excited heart raced with joy
My friends and I took to the streets
Filling bags with precious treats
All night long running around
Till we hit every house in town
One final house on Graveyard Hill
Suddenly the night was frozen still
As we headed up the crooked path
We heard the evil witches laugh
Too scared to run too scared to stay
Too scared to think too scared to pray
The Iron Gate slammed with a clatter
Suddenly everything was the matter
Lightening crackled in the sky
As across the moon an owl did fly
A silhouette made not a sound
As a fog started to cover the ground
I thought of what my sister had said
“Graveyard Hill is where they keep the dead”
The silhouette stepped through the door
Said, “Greedy children want some more”
Suddenly monsters came out of the brush
As our screams echoed in the midnight hush
Those monsters eyes danced with delight
As they delivered us to the witch that night
As we all prepared to meet our ends
It was just my sister and her friends
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