Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow,
Shadows dance in the crisp night air.
Whispers of secrets the dark winds know,
Calling spirits from realms elsewhere.

Lanterns flicker with an eerie gleam,
As pumpkins grin with crooked smiles.
Ghostly figures wander through the dream,
Lost in the magic of night’s beguiles.

Leaves rustle with the sound of past,
While owls hoot in the ancient trees.
A spell of wonder that holds so fast,
In the heart of the autumn breeze.

Children laugh in costumes bright,
Gathering treats from door to door.
As the veil thins this Halloween night,
The world seems both familiar and more.