The sun descends, into the night
Making way for a fearsome fright,
The moon, it rises, from horizon’s below
To cast the world in a moody glow
The ghastly ghouls and witches appear,
The night of the hallowed draws ever near
The night is quiet, an eerie chill,
The cool wind blows, yet settings are still.
A haunting awaits, from beyond the grave
A wait for one day we must save
Spirits will rise, and ghosts will appear,
The dead will walk, oh, them we must fear.
Hold together, we must stay strong,
Never be scared, the night is not long.
Last until morning, daylight will be seen,
And safe we will be, until next Halloween.