Underneath the silver moon, shadows dance with eerie grace,
Whispers drift through autumn air, in this haunted, sacred place.
Jack-o’-lanterns flicker bright, their grins a spectral sight,
Casting spells of mystery, in the heart of Halloween night.

Cloaked figures in the dark, move with silent, ghostly steps,
Echoes of forgotten tales, in the wind’s chill, they are kept.
Eyes aglow with ancient lore, spirits rise from earth’s embrace,
Joining in the timeless song, of this night’s enchanting chase.

Witches’ laughter fills the sky, as brooms take flight against the stars,
Potions brew in cauldrons deep, beneath the watchful, gleaming Mars.
Bats in flight weave through the trees, a dance of shadows, swift and light,
In the tapestry of dreams, spun from threads of purest night.

Children wander, costumed bright, with bags of sweets and hearts aglow,
Through the veil of twilight thin, where the lines of time do slow.
In the magic of this eve, where the past and present meet,
Halloween reveals its charm, a spell that none can ever beat.