The monsters mash in tandem,
the wolf howls under the moon.
The zombies rise once again,
haunting innocents of light.
The chilling wind, the whipping wind,
the crawlies creeping on your skin,
bring goosebumps, warmed by autumn leaves,
sharply smacking sense into your teeth.
Ghostly songs vibrate in the night,
scary cracking and begging for a fight.
‘Hear the call,’ they chant, their conjure
announces a monster scarier than all.
The evil presence had taken residence
and its goal is very simple:
reek havoc and horror and harvest the hate,
prey upon the magic children,
for no matter what spells or chants enacted,
the chaos will be duly fed
and fear shall reign, lit up bright by Jack's lantern.
Their guts shall be scooped, their dooms sealed;
it's a nip that stung numbing and biting, for
vampire vision nuances
are confusing, twisting wraps of mummies,
a shivering occupancy
and invisible infestation of bats.
So pie me in the face,
lay my eyes on spooky sights,
I will shriek at its chase.
I will remember the nights.