Happy Halloween

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The night grows dark and the wind begins to howl
In an old oak tree there’s a solitary hooting owl
The cloud cover parts and there’s a brilliant light
It’s a full moon shining on this hallowed night
In the woods there is a rustling, men running in fright
Terrorised and afraid of the werewolf’s deadly bite
Up in the castle there’s music, dancing, a sense of bliss
A dashing maiden unaware of the vampires Kiss
Rigour and mortise and death on ice
Will the beast be awakened by Igor’s device?
Thunder, storms, lightning flashing bright
Frankenstein’s monster lives tonight
Down in the village the villagers pray
Can Dr. Van Helsing save the day?
Will he triumph with hammer and might?
And rid the land of these creatures of the night
When day breaks upon the land
Will the vampire be ash or a pile of sand?
Will the werewolf bite no more?
As it lays dead from the silver bullet on the forest floor
And Frankenstein’s monster who ran away?
Will Van Helsing get him another day?
What will you do on this hallowed night?
Will you hide or scare and fright?
All Hallows eve the night of dread
A night not for the living but for the dead
At midnight they come forth for devilish fun
Visiting us all before the rising of the sun.
The spirits have gone, the villagers cheer
Its over for another year…

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