The Land of Halloween

How vast is the land of Halloween

Where all manner of creatures are to be seen

Where those of the light that reigned supreme

Bow to the Night that call the darkness their queen

Will there be ghost towns full of specters and spooks

Wailing phantoms, shades, and pookas to boot

A necropolis of graveyards, cemeteries, and crypts

Hiding the living dead in deep and darkened pits

Of countrysides with miles of pumpkins and corn

Guarded over by tall scarecrows taking form

As shadows against the rising blood full moon

Making midnight their new high noon

Will there be swamps full of will o' the wisps

Haunting the dank air always crisp

As autumn flutters from bare trees overhead

And bonfires burn on hilltops, fairy hills of the dead

Of crumbling fortresses and mansions lonely

On windswept moors and cliffsides foaming

With the tides of a thousand seasons gone by

With many a fluttering from shadowy skies

Of haunted groves of ancient oaks

Where goblins play with the faery folk

And witches cloaked by the bountiful night

Dance and cast spells by bright firelight

And green-eyed prowling black cats

The flapping of owls and vampire bats

Slithering snakes, spiders, and rats

Buzzing in your ears like gnats

The monsters and ghouls forever in thrall

In the midnight land that they call Fall

Constructing a holiday for us all

Of All Hallows Eve, so let's have a ball

Where all the tales of old gather together

To wring their bones out in the chilling weather

Mourning the passing of the dying year

And praising the new one that is soon to be here