I spin a web of silky thread

as midnight comes to call. 

And watch you from the rafters

as you slowly creep and crawl.

Ghosts have waltzed before you

in gowns of gold chiffon

whispering in the air

of pasts now long gone.

The mask you wear so well

made of finest lace

sits so very lovely

upon your fetching face.

You come with deep desire

to pluck angels from their wings

and seek a sick salvation

with cemetery things.

A toothy grin is offered

to shadows on the stairs

that lead you to the darkness

and ruin you with care.

I knit and weave with skill

knowing that my prey

will hate this warm embrace

but will beg me to stay.

Of demon hearts and monster souls

you've dedicated your life

and live to come alive

every Halloween night.