In the heart of the midnight hour, shadows stretch and wane,
Beneath the silvered moon’s embrace, a chill begins to reign.
The whispers of forgotten souls drift through the autumn air,
Weaving tales of mystery, of secrets laid bare.

The pumpkins grin with crooked smiles, their eyes alight with flame,
While specters clad in tattered veils play an ancient game.
The rustling leaves beneath our feet compose a ghostly song,
As winds of time and twilight dance, where spirits do belong.

Lanterns glow with eerie light, guiding the lost and bold,
Down winding paths of cobblestone, where stories long untold,
Await the daring hearts who seek, on this enchanted eve,
The mysteries of Halloween, in shadows that deceive.

So venture forth, ye brave of heart, into the night’s embrace,
Where magic and the spectral meet in this haunted place.
For in the whispers of the wind, and in the moon’s soft gleam,
The veil of worlds is thin tonight, and nothing’s as it seems.