It's Hallow's Eve
The evening of the unknown
The dead moan
And groan
They arise from their stone
They send chills down spines
They are sending signs
The night where the dead seek revenge
They seek out those who wronged them and then avenge
The cold wind you feel
Might not be real
It might be a spirit coming back to get their half of the deal
You may think all of this is surreal
But whatever you think
I would not want to have a bad link
With any spirits or ghosts
But the worst of most
Is to not believe
It is a scary thought of what revenge you may receive
On this dark, cold, misty Hallow's Eve
