Be Sure To Hide Tonight

As the sky fades to midnight,
all good children go to bed.
For on this night of Halloween,
the streets will turn to dread.

From the shadows and the cracks
the “others” now awaken,
to claim what's rightfully theirs,
the night of the forsaken.

Witches cackle over steaming cauldrons
and Zombies chant for “brains”.
Vampires hunger for fresh blood
and Frankenstein drags his chain.

From the shadows and the cracks
the unsightly now appear,
the knowledge of their presence
crippling the town in fear.

Werewolves howl, in search of prey
as the ghouls, they rise from hell.
The Mummy blindly shuffles his way
as a Banshee lets out its yell

From the shadows and the cracks,
the undead, they now control,
to haunt and hunt their victims
and inflict a deathly toll.

So be sure to hide tonight,
in the warmth of your bed.
For if the monsters see you,
you'll surely wind up dead.