The sullen blood-tinged moon lies low in a starless sky,
Casting grim black silhouettes with it's baleful eye.
The cold wind blows skeletal trees with uncertain gusts,
Swirling the dry parchment leaves and the graveyard dust.
Marble angels with broken wings lie silent on the ground;
Weathered headstones, faded with time, mark the burial mounds.
A strange fog swirls 'round markers made of stone,
Blanketing the crumbling coffins and their ancient bones.
A long-forgotten chapel sits on a lonely churchyard;
It's windows stare with vacant eyes, it's ornate doors lay charred.
The sullen moon casts eerie shadows that makes the heart grow frail;
Will you walk this land of the dead and live to tell the tale?
BOO! Happy Halloweenie, y'all!