Tonight, the spirits come alive,
And the ghouls begin to thrive.
The zombies roam with zeal.
As children and adults scream.
A knock on your bedroom door,
A monster desperate for gore
And then another, this time a thud
A vampire to suck your blood
Will your soul go to a ghoul?
Will you become vicious and cruel?
Will you relish in the gore?
The horror and the folklore?
As your blood curdles.
Your Spirit unfurls
A werewolf will tear you apart.
And cease your beating heart.
A fog will envelop your mind.
What you then see, you will wish you were blind.
The Mummies come undone.
As every possible victim runs.
The Grim Reaper is on a mission.
As you have lacked contrition.
Witches fly around on brooms.
Lock your bedroom door soon.
There may be a monster beneath your bed.
Or a man under his arm, carrying his head.
Frankenstein will fill you with fear.
A safe haven will never be near.
Behave and beware.
They are out to get you.
They do not care.
All the best