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