Tag Archives: Halloween Night

The corpse that walks, its 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. His wraps that smell of must and moss. The witch that flies, upon her broom casting curses and spelling doom. The black cat scurries, hisses …

When days grow short and nights get cold And autumn trees turn red and gold Move, we may, through sun drenched days ‘Midst leaves and berries and bales of hay In our hearts we feel the lure Toward darkness, shivers and things not pure While ghostly shadows creep slowly by Spying on witches and brooms that fly Icy fingers that …