Uneasy lies the Dead..

The chill is in the air, winter peeping round the bushes,

Listen, children and with care, doors of hell have opened,

It's Halloween, when curtains fall and Pandora's box,

Let loose hounds of hell, so run but make no sound,

Cut the pumpkins, light it up,

For the dead are coming, with Satan crowned.

Lizards tongues, eyes of crow,

Broth of witches, starting to glow,

When banshee's weep, on coming sleep,

Scrubbing blood of premonition deep,

Witches fly by, on brooms in haste,

For the children, who are lonely and still on lanes waste.

So gather around kids, make a bonfire,

Listen to tales of urban legends and the apparition,

In ladies attire,

Its the night of witches, ghouls, and wandering souls,

Doppelganger, leprechaun and unseen Myer,

Of evil clowns and Pennywise stoles,

Light up the lamps, ward off the evil,

Tarry not kids, for things unseen,

Lurking in the dark, to pounce and cling.

The night clock strikes,

All doors barred, for fear and fright,

So what shall it be dear children,

Trick or treat, or the silent feet,

Look not behind, make no sound,

Halloween is here, so put fences around,

When shall we meet again, the witches shriek,

No time to rest, before the night ends and veils fall,

On the other portal, where the dead crawl,

Trick or treat, what shall it be,

Make haste children, for the dead roam free.