Witching Hour

Simon Wijers Creative Commons

The time is soon, the wind shall howl,
Come ye children of silent cowl!
We mourn our dead but fall alive
Into nightmare we scream, a horrid dive

A night of candy, tricks, and treats
The midnight hour, graveyard streets;
Moonlight cries beneath dead skies
Ghosts and goblins with bleeding eyes

Vampires stalk the lonely ones
Caught outside, night’s darkest sons;
Absence fills deep void of day
As spiteful wraiths crawl out to play

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide,
Lock your doors or they’ll sneak inside;
Monsters prowl this night of myth
The spirits shall find and scare you stiff

It’s coming soon, can’t you feel?
Nightmares are becoming real;
As the witching hour draws ever near
Phantoms to fester your deepest fear