Unhallowed Nocturne
There is something in October air,
Can you feel it welling under your skin?
The slightest prickle of haunt is there
Old ghosts are waiting for the night’s begin
There is something in the evening cool
As sunlight dies by tomorrow’s past;
Beware those daemons and the skulking ghoul
If you run at all, you’d better run fast!
Nightmares are soon to come alive!
All the candy in the world cannot suffice;
By darkest moon and wicked light
The spirits don’t always play so nice
Hush! Did you hear that?
The creaking,
The banging,
The scratching at your door?
A late night trick-or-treater, perhaps?
But then again…
If you consider for a moment…
(It couldn’t be…could it?)
The sinister whisper
Of a late-night visitor?
(It’s not possible!)
The unhallowed composition
Of some outer-world vapor?
(You’d better not leave your guest waiting forever)
