The Pleiades above, a wondrous sight, Heralding the Celtic night of the dead, A night the ancients faced with dread. Witches prepare to work their spite, For this is their time – it's Halloween night.
Reality is altered, it is now twilight; Dead leaves float to the ground, Corn stalks rustle all around; Night birds call and bats take flight, There's a chill in the air this Halloween night.
Now the sky is black, the moon is bright; That zombie is a monstrous size. Is that ghost a child in disguise? Is that a costume? Or will that vampire bite? You can't be sure on Halloween night.
My jack-o-lantern isn't giving much light, Halloween's supposed to be a time of folly, But this place is just plain melancholy. There are no houses now. What's that on the right? Just an old graveyard, but what's that light?
And that old mausoleum, what an unwelcome sight. And those shadows aren't standing still, But we all know ghosts aren't real .... A bony hand grabs me, I scream in fright, For anything can happen on Halloween night! – Anonymous