The witches wail and the Devils dance
this night above the rest.
The sorceress puts you in her trance
as the moon begins her quest.
It is the night where darkness reigns
and shapes contort and shift.
Where blood runs icy through our veins
and curtains begin to lift.
That ragged veil that in the mind
of rational people's dwell
will on this night you too late find
Is dashed against the swell.
And so that anchor pulled away
now clearly does expose,
as light defines if night or day
that all the spirits rose!
They walk among us as they'd been
at the majick hour of three.
Sometimes sensed but never seen
you ask how can this be?
On Halloween each and every year
passed spirits get the chance,
to roam the streets and hallways here,
and join the Devils dance.
As mortals now we shiver and shake
at goblins, ghosts and ghouls.
But once we're gone we will partake
in breaking earthly rules!
And we will howl and haunt and prance
before the curtains fix
to revel in the Devils dance
and spike our treats with tricks!
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