Whispers and waves are about,
As Friday night fears come alive.
Psychos and fools are in route,
Knives out all wanting skin to dive.
Ghouls and goblins may be fun,
So why not give them all a chance?
They eat your flesh till they’re done,
Scaled bellies full dancing to prance.
All stories told malicious,
Warned the ones who never make it.
Loneliness superstitious,
Who seem to still have somewhat wit.
What to do such frights a day,
No escape nightmares to slay…
Finally A’ Free XV