The Aether getting thin,
in the foggy moonlit night,
in the shadows, strange kin,
in the pumpkin, flickering light.

Vampires and ghosts in the street,
witches in the sky above,
at the mall the zombies meet,
the ice cold hand wears his best glove.

Do you fear?
Do you scream?
Will they hack and tear?
smash and haunt your dream?

Superstition,
one reason,
a simple mission,
party season.

Candy bones,
sugar spider web,
sweet eyeball cones,
fancy snack.

The witches dance,
the skeletons shake,
no gremmlin will miss the chance,
party at spider queen and skeleton drake.

The best party of the year,
disturbed the rigid structures of human kind,
full of friendly spook and harmless fear,
to break out, enjoy, unwind.