Under the glow of a harvest moon’s light,
Pumpkins grin bright through the chill of the night.
The graveyard whispers with echoing cheer,
As Halloween magic draws ever near.
Scythes gleam silver in shadowy hands,
Bats swirl and flutter over haunted lands.
A black cat perches with watchful green eyes,
While laughter and mischief in darkness arise.
Among ancient stones and flickering flames,
Legends awaken, calling your name.
May your evening be filled with mystical things,
And the joy that this haunted greeting brings.