In the littlest of hours when the cold Belfry screens its alumni...
In the God forsaken glyphs that are scrawled into the pumpkins
A ghastly glossy serpentine creature senses its prey and pleads in a trap for ablation
But cadence still strikes at the glow, virtues singing, virtues in tow
And frays, full hearted, mince meat organs, the sanctuary foregone, enters...
Decimation, exsanguination, and rectification from abduction of our souls!

Inseparable homing in- veiled in black, and stanchion hues
The cauldron was stirred bubble and toil tis the witch's brew
Lakes afire senses for which we have bereaved yet let go
Satisfy abductions through torture feeling eons of castigations
forcing hubris beyond redemption, our killed prayers...
  we shall never know!

Fasten facts, the dire force perception
   all awaiting the dense fears liquid.
Upon touch of cryptic sun...
If the treats ease a soul more... comparatively?
Mocking entities with a  dreary definition shan't
Break the barrier from what happened passed
   and what once and final in costume happened again  began