It's midnight and the moon is high
Stars twinkle through the murky sky
The light shines down on a simple town
With a haunted cemetery where spirits are bound.
Their actions in life and death have sealed
By god and man, they are damned to never be freed
Thus, they wander around whistling cries of defeat
In search of vengeance from those they meet.
Tonight is the night when pumpkins stare
Through sheaves and leaves everywhere
When trolls creep out of their holes, mossy green
And sprites flit through the night on a moony sheen.
Don't close your eyes, nor fall asleep
They'd creep in through nightmares of silent screams
Witches go riding and black cats are seen
The moon laughs evil, for 'tis haunted Halloween!
By Rtr. Jithaka Alexander
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