It was the night of screaming, So Beware.
The darkness hides. Shadows are playing dead.
The monsters lurk as chouls wait to ensare.
The art on walls broken. Children in bed.

The ghosts are haunting. Banging sounds the grave,
In cemetery's zombies groan at bats.
In empty streets the dogs are being brave.
The sewers pile up releasing rats.

The moon is full. The wolves are howling proud.
As bones are heard the witches cackle flies.
A pack of werewolves growl while feasting loud.
For every noise, or scream a genie dies.

The darkness climbs as night appears this day,
For that is when the monsters come to play.