The sounds tell their own story....
|Listen, children, to this night
It bears a warning of great fright
The boom of thunder is fanfare
To night’s terror: Hark! Beware!
Hear not you the demons stroll?
With menace creep, with menace roam
Lightening cracks—oh children see!
Horrid things will come for thee!
Sounds abound and pierce the dark
Creatures come to leave their mark
Phantoms wail and monsters too
A wolfhound howls—
It honors moon
Tombs creak open:
Hear scratch and scrape!
Untold horrors make quick escape
Groans emit from these undead
It brings forth fear
It brings forth dread--
The witch’s cackle is oft heard
And black crows caw
Their sound absurd:
Death is inferred—
Ghouls and goblins swear and hiss
Evil’s night is their sweet bliss
But behold this night song’s end
Do take heed of word I send
The final sound we’ve yet to hear:
A scream of death
A scream of fear
Run, run children! Flee and hide!
Before the sounds do you they find.