Upon a broomstick sweeping high,
A witch and cat go soaring by.
The crescent moon a golden gate,
Where bats and shadows celebrate.
The velvet night is tinged with gold,
As ancient stories are retold.
A whispered spell, a haunting tune,
That dances softly with the moon.
With Halloween greetings, spirits sing,
Of magic spells and bats that wing.
Let wonder fill this festive night,
With thrills and chills and pure delight.