On Halloween Night
From depths of Hell I hear them cry
And close my eyes as they float by.
They chill my bones I don’t know why
And think it’s now my time to die,
As my face turns green.
Some of them they hold their head
It seems they don’t know that they’re dead.
I feel so frightened in my bed,
Each time it’s Halloween.
The stench of Zombies in the streets,
Vampires sucking blood just for treats,
The Rippers head bows as he greets,
All these things they give me the creeps
And make my face turn green.
Dracula, his hair slick he grooms,
As Witches fly on crooked brooms.
In shadows hide ghost’s fresh from tombs
Each time it’s Halloween.
Goblins make such horrible sounds,
Their screeches heard all over town.
Tombstones they rise up from the ground,
There’s no relief from grief I found,
That makes my face turn green.
Frightening scenes in neighbour’s yard,
Dripping black bones from Christians tarred,
I pray that Angels will me guard
Each time it’s Halloween.
09.02.2014
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