In the shadowed corners of the night,
Where whispers weave a haunting spell,
The moon casts down its silver light,
On tales the darkness longs to tell.

Skeletons rattle in the breeze,
Their dance a spectral, eerie sight,
Leaves rustle like ancient decrees,
As jack-o’-lanterns flicker bright.

The air is thick with mystery,
As phantoms glide through veils of mist,
In every creak and sighing tree,
The secrets of the night persist.

Let us wander through this dream,
Where witches cackle in delight,
In Halloween’s enchanting theme,
We find our fears and hopes alight.