The days grow slower,
And the nights even colder
As the spirits wake from their slumber
Only during the month of November.

The slight scare in the air
Makes the moonbeams glare,
So everyone could be aware
Of the November nightmare.

The place where no one dwells
Is where the demons raise Hell;
At the clock's tick of midnight
Rampage until the dawn's bright light.

Question is, who let these demons be free
That makes everything run and scream?
A never-ending, dreadful story,
Or could it be all just a twisted dream?

Alas, whatever it may be
The horror and the obscene;
Forbidding, uninviting, it is mostly seen
Only during the grim month of Halloween.