Sneaky, scaly,

They live in a valley

Slimy, wormy

Not worthy of taxidermy


Patterned all pretty

Not welcome in the city

They have no pity

Very nasty and gritty


Some have a rattler

The worst tattler

Don't even speak like a prattler

Natures guerilla battler


Narrow slits for eyes

Whoever is bit dies

They have no allies

They are an unpleasant surprise


Sneaky, scaly,

They live in a valley

Slimy, wormy

Not worthy of taxidermy

Death rides at midnight

Filling the land with blight

He casts a frightful image

As he rides through the village


His frightful scythe gleams

Wet with the blood of unrealized dreams

The cold, hard metal

Is uncaring enough to unsettle


Beneath his dark hood

Lies nothing good

Only the husk of a man

Who signals the end of a lifespan


His skeletal horse

He rides along his dutiful course

Whinnying as he stops

To **** the farmer's crops


Solemn is his duty

To take away life's beauty

Unbearable to a living man

The underworld's ghastly helmsman


The pistol is his herald

In his black cloak appareled

Weapons of war

Bring him to the door


His job is made no easier

Nor and breezier

By mankinds love of violence

Or vile fraudulence


All the thousands of young souls

Lives lost without completing their goals

Brought to a swift end

By Death only to attend


Death rides at midnight

Filling the land with blight

He casts a frightful image

As he rides through the village

Searching for souls to pillage

Vampires, creatures of the night
Clever villains made to fright
Beware the vampires
They are very clever liars

Teeth sharp like daggers
When bit makes men stagger
Glinting white
In the middle of night

A villainous shapeshifter
Stronger than a weightlifter
Disguised as a bat
A flying black rat

Lover of blood
Stealing life from a strong stud
Will steal your soul
Turn it black as cole

Vampires, creatures of the night
Clever villains made to fright
Beware the vampires
They are very clever liars

Legends tell of an ancient beast

Said to stalk the night

It flew from the east

Its howel fills the soul with fright


They called it the Rickle-Rackle

After the sound it makes

Its bones do crackle

As it quavers and shakes


Rickle-Rackle is all you hear

Before your time is done

Rickle-Rackle strikes up fear

Just as you are overrun


Few have ever seen the creature

And lived to tell the tale

Or can describe a single feature

Of this unholy grail


They say its teeth are sharp

And glint in the light of the moon

Its taller than any scarp

More powerful than any dragoon


Faster than any man

Stronger than one too

You are a deadman

If you come in his view


The Rickle-Rackle drags his tail

Cutting down forest trees

His breath is like a gale

And will bring you to your knees


Its eyes pierce to your soul

Down to your very heart

Which becomes an empty hole

Thanks to its dark art


So heed my warning

Brave adventurer

Wait until the morning

He can't be worth any venture


Pray you ne're encounter

The fearsome Rickle-Rackle

You are no beast hunter

Fear its evil cackle


Fear the Rickle-Rackle

Hear its sound and flee

Should you hear it's crackle

Its mouth will be the last you see

Ghosts flying and,
The dead alive.
A kid no where to be seen.
Murderers loose and
Skeletons walking.
Happy Halloween.