Under the full moon’s eerie light,
Silent tombstones rest in the night.
A whisper floats upon the breeze,
As shadows dance beneath the trees.
A ghost drifts gently past the stone,
Seeking company, never alone.
The pumpkin grins with candle bright,
Its smile glowing in the quiet night.
On Halloween, the graveyard sings,
Of ancient tales and spectral things.
With greetings sent from shade and gloom,
May magic fill your haunted room.