October night, Samhain’s delight.
Dead leaves whisper our dreaded plight,
Though horror dreams are in our sight,
Long days remain till ghouls take flight.

As air shifts cool, the raven sings.
Ghastly decor dusts off its wings.
Shining facades turned gruesome things.
Within their keeps, creeps become kings.

Warm spice scents spill off window sills.
Raked, colored piles hide waiting thrills.
Pale moonlight shines overtop hills
Lighting each night for spooks and chills.

Among shadows, we monsters wait
To don foul masks and stay out late.
Hunger for tricks grows much too great;
Each All Hallow’s; such is our fate.