When the moon is full and the night is cold,
Shadows dance in the streets so bold.
Whispers sing through the rustling leaves,
Weaving tales the wind believes.

Children gather with masks and glee,
A parade of ghosts beneath the tree.
With lanterns bright, they march in line,
Seeking sweets that taste divine.

The old house stands with creaks and groans,
A place where mystery often roams.
Windows flicker with candlelight,
Guarding secrets of the night.

As midnight strikes, the magic fades,
Leaving behind night’s masquerade.
Yet in the hearts of the brave and bold,
The spirit of Halloween never grows old.