The shadow of the moon passes over me
That colossal creature is an absolute beauty

It slithers exquisitely over the yard
It snickers dangerously in the mind of the bard

A cold ruthlessness settles when the trees grin
Attend the rise of the pumpkin king

While myths and monsters uncover
Watch out for the Riddler

Trudge carefully on this day
The day of Halloween

“…or you might,
never come back…”