Every year on Halloween night,
be prepared for a frightening sight.
From their graves monsters arise,
staying outside is very unwise.
Evil vampires always come back,
searching for a midnight snack.
Their eternal hunger must be fed,
they are the bloodthirsty undead.
At night the werewolves come out,
blood is glistening on their snout.
Outside the wolves begin to howl,
as the creatures start to prowl.
From the darkness zombies appear,
hearts of the villagers beat in fear.
In their homes they hide at night,
their bodies trembling with fright.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 5:01 PM UTC
Every year on Halloween night,
be prepared for a frightening sight.
From their graves monsters arise,
staying outside is very unwise.
Evil vampires always come back,
searching for a midnight snack.
Their eternal hunger must be fed,
they are the bloodthirsty undead.
At night the werewolves come out,
blood is glistening on their snout.
Outside the wolves begin to howl,
as the creatures start to prowl.
From the darkness zombies appear,
hearts of the villagers beat in fear.
In their homes they hide at night,
their bodies trembling with fright.
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