halloween

the leaves are falling

hauntig  spirts calling

halloween is near

when we take hold of what we fear

waking the dead

from the ghostly bed

the ground begins to shift

smells horrible as you take a whift

the dark night hangs

waiting for vampire fangs

moon shining brightly over the cemetary

people rush from deaths sanctuary

the gate to death has been found

those in chains still bound

as they rise from the mound

those souls not completed

still rising undefeated