On the eve of All Hallows’ Night, the moon does brightly gleam,
Shadows dance on cobbled streets, as witches weave their scheme.
The air is thick with mystery, a chilling, eerie fright,
As whispers of the ancient past echo through the night.

Jack-o’-lanterns flicker low, their faces carved with care,
Ghostly figures roam the town, their secrets laid bare.
The wind it howls a mournful tune, a song of haunted lore,
While children don their costumes dark, and knock on every door.

Black cats slink through alleyways, their eyes like burning coals,
Bats take flight on silent wings, as midnight tolls and tolls.
The spirits of the night arise, from graves so old and deep,
To wander through the mortal realm, where restless souls do creep.

So heed this tale of Halloween, a night of spectral light,
Where shadows play and spirits sway, until the morning bright.
For when the dawn does break the spell, the ghosts will fade away,
But memories of the haunted night, in our hearts will stay.