Halloween's Siege

As the sun sleeps,
ghostly ghouls creep,
their features glowing grim.
Tonight they seek
the frightened meek,
under moonlight, dim

Across the road
with eyes of toad,
two witches boil a potion.
With pointy hats
and blackest cats,
their cackles forewarn commotion.

Further along
in a deathly pong,
corpses rise from the grave.
Moaning aloud
behind their shrouds,
fresh “brains” their bellies crave.

On top of the hill
unaware of the chill,
a werewolf howls in starvation
Nostrils flared
and teeth bared,
he prowls for human satiation.

Amidst the clouds
its wings a-pound,
a bat searches in greed.
A maiden's throat.
Jugular a-bloat.
The vampire morphs to feed.

Last, not least,
a hellish beast,
The Devil leads his siege.
His eyes red,
hooves a-tread,
Halloween belongs to he.