Halloween Night

The corpse that walks

It's a solemn line.

The vampire stalks

Finds blood to dine.

The werewolf howls

At the silver moon.

His human form

What's showing at noon

The mummy's cries

Of pain and loss.

He wraps that smell of must and moss.

The witch that flies

Upon her broom

Casting curses

And spelling doom.

The black cat scurries

Hisses and claws

Through the graveyard walks his paws.