Witching Hour
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