Under the moon’s eerie light, shadows dance and play,
Through the mist, whispers carry, in the dark they sway.
Lanterns flicker, pumpkins grin with teeth of glowing flame,
In this night of mystery, nothing remains the same.

Spirits rise from graves below, with a silent, ghostly sigh,
Witches fly on broomsticks high, across the midnight sky.
Goblins lurk in every nook, their eyes agleam with glee,
As the air grows cold and still, and the night sets spirits free.

Children clad in costumes bright, venture door to door,
Seeking sweets and treats alike, with cries of “More, more, more!”
Yet beware the haunted house, with its creaky, ancient wood,
For in the shadows lurk the things not easily withstood.

Halloween’s enchanting spell, a night of joy and fright,
Where the past and present meld, beneath the pale moonlight.
So gather ’round, both young and old, let the eerie tales unfold,
In the whispers of the midnight haunt, a story to be told.