Ghouls of the Night

The village clock struck midnight Full moon,high in the sky shutters on windows slam closed As a dark soul wanders by The cemetery comes to life ghoulish creatures play  night time is our play time We have no need for day creaking sound of garden gates  witches on broomsticks fly ghouls and goblins do their dance Headless coachman passes by A cockerel in the farmyard crows The mood begins to change creatures of the night move on  And the village starts to wake Well be back tonight,they say  For the night is ours to take