The dead are raised from their musty graves
As the moon breaks through the clouds.
Disturbed at rest, these spectres moan
And the banshee wail out loud.
Pumpkin heads with eyes aflame
Light up the darkness of the night,
Witches with their familiars, came,
Vampires to kiss, then bite.

A chill wind whistled around my chair
The fire did douse, then die.
The Devil emerged from a dank grey mist
Fire raged in his eye.
His hand flicked forth to grab my arm,
I flinched and moved away,
“The Halloween Ball was to have been here tonight
Shall you send all my friends, away?”

A strident, piercing, ringing tone
Dispersed the phantoms of the night,
The doorbell persisted, so I arose
And once more walked in the light.
I reached the door and threw it open wide
To greet my callers and invite them in.
“Trick or treat?” the ghost horde cried
Led by the Devil, with an impish grin!