The Witching Hour
Heralding in the witching hour,
Halloween celebrates the dead.
And creatures of the night take form
as zombies, vampires, and goblins.
The gate to Hell will open up,
allowing demons to roam free.
And for one night, they'll walk the Earth,
gathering within the shadows.
Witches, werewolves, goblins, and ghosts
mingle amidst the unwary.
And before this gruesome night ends
ghouls will feast: upon human flesh.
Abominations and monsters
roam unseen on All Hallows' Eve.
But upon the stroke of midnight
hell's gate seals: till next Halloween.
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