In shadows cast by the harvest moon,
Where laughter hides a monstrous tune,
The streets adorned with masks and spook,
A façade of joy, but take a look.

With candy smiles and tricks of fate,
The air is thick with a sinister weight.
Pumpkin grins, they flicker and fade,
In the heart of night, real horrors invade.

Crimson leaves beneath our feet,
A chilling whisper, a haunting beat,
The shadows move where no eyes dare roam,
And in every heartbeat, a specter feels home.

“Join us,” they call, from ghastly dreams,
With hollowed eyes...