darkness falls
beneath you bed
all is silent
the moon is dead
creatures rise
with a thirst for blood
climbing trudging
through the mud
the scent of death
is in the air
and on you neck
rises hair
the graves have cracked
the werewolves howl
sounds of eery yowls
they're coming closer
slashing prowling
biting gnawing
terrifying sounds of the growling
your end is swift
that;s all you've seen
of what happens on this night
this halloween
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