When the ghouls are about and all darkness can creep
We can but lay in silence, yet no one can sleep
For the fear welling up, from within each own
Will tear us apart, crimson red to the bone
The only light, peering round each wall
Given by an Orange figure, shape of a ball
It lurks around hidden walkways looking for one
One perfect victim for its magnificent run
The special is picked through sheer lottery, it seems
By the fear in their heart, and the strings on their seams
Control them like puppets, lifeless at heart
Heart there is none, no heart to take part
In this game of trickery, of deceipt, of lies
When all light rains down, and all darkness shall rise
Up to the top of the tall cloud-driven peak
Where all pure essence resides, all trying to seek
For the golden key to our souls, our chastity of fear
And it shall always overwhelm us, this time of year