The air was dark everyone started to flee
It was the night of Halloween.
The midst was never like seen before.
It was dark, spooky everyone talked about
Ghosts and Choco.
Filled was the air with costumes dull and
Inside it were many puny lives.
In hope for a good loot,
Items that are rotten for dentists
Which made them stay locked
Behind many doors and windows were only hoped.
But amongst them was a fake.
He was not alive nor dead he was undead.
With his power unknown
Hiding was a vampire in robes.
Sinking teeth in the delicious connector of the head.
Making him too undead.
Chanting spells in a language made up
Consuming the persons
Past, future and present.
Making an army that can't last,
Was doing the work the Dracula very fast.
Many were zombies, many howled
Many were werewolves with hideous manes.
Two boys unhappy had accidentally seen the show
Their disguise of a zombie made them unknown.
Freaking out were they this Halloween
Not a word out of them to people who were around them
Not in the greed of Halloween were they.
They had to show Mr. Vampire
It is us humans who have established an empire
The vampire who was making his army,
Was tired and will start afterwards,
Fulfilling the wish of his mommy.
The kids were using their brain a lot this time
More than a surprise test
In the starting of the term when nothing is planned.
After a minute or two they started to run
To the library for Mr. Vamp’s doom.
To find the remedy of someone’s healing cure
At the library they started to find the
Book of ding and gone.
The only book of monsters,
Which only had the cure
Was the book that could make them gone.
They were onward to the ladder of destiny
To be the unfeeling heroes at Halloween
The old librarian who was said to be dead
Appeared in front of them and secretly
Said “the book is gone to the hands doing wrong
To save humanity first save the book ding and gone.
On their way to the place where the last saw
The vampire in his bloody robes.
One glanced at the scene of the cemetery
Zombies digging the grave of the vampire's
Great, great, great, great, great, great aunt graffiti
Who was unstoppable when she was set free.
Their costume helped them to be a zombie
Offering the vampire, the comfort of his choice.
Deliberated to take the book from hands full of wrong
In the name of comfort, they took it from his hands
And went far away from his dirty plans.
They started to read and found out history
Always repeats itself with glee
Below an ancient text
they saw something written in English
Which said one could only read if he is dead.
Appeared the librarian out of air thin
And started to read
"The fateful llama sent by gods, his burp will end them all, in the cemetery
You will find him sleeping beside the grave of graffiti"
Puzzled were they to look for a solution
Mixed with the doubt will they face execution?
Confused were they at this state of trouble
The librarian interrupted their thoughts and said
"I will help, i will help to save humanity from the rest
From him until I am satisfied within"
They deliberated a plan
Which was impossible to do if it was only a man
The ghost went to the vamp and challenged his camp
The zombies started chasing him away
The ghost turned the other way and made them disappear in some other realm
Besides for the other two men
Who were stilled puzzled as a hen
Were in hope for the vamp to stop telling his remaining camp
To take out the grave and give me the head slayed of the old man whose color is fade
But their thoughts were interrupted again
Not by the ghost but by another made up language
Everyone thought it was the return of graffiti
Who was deadlier and dangerous than everyone.
Casperum, monsterum, gufhijum, selastezim, avocadism
There was a tornado flourishing in the cemetery
With leaves, corpses, crosses and bones
Monsters excited, the two men disappointed
And suddenly an animal came in front of them with his mouth open
Voice from the God ”The fateful llama has arrived won’t you now make the monsters suffer until the Earth is again filled with ice?
The monsters started to try to kill the fateful with gifts of their own
Then suddenly there was a gush of harsh wind
And down came burgers, coca cola and fries from a little boy who did not have any hope
And which was impossible to even know
The llama burped because all those went down his throat!