When night falls deep and shadows creep,
The ghosts and goblins start to leap.
They roam the hills and haunted streets,
With silent steps and shuffling feet.
The ghosts in sheets of tattered white,
Float through the air, pale as moonlight.
Their hollow eyes, a piercing stare,
Drifting in silence, cold and bare.
The goblins crawl from caverns dark,
With toothy grins, eyes sharp and stark.
In cloaks of black, with twisted sneers,
They thrive on children’s deepest fears.
They prowl the lanes where pumpkins glow,
Where chilly winds and whispers flow.
A ghostly tune, a goblin laugh,
Marks their eerie midnight path.
Through village gates and doorways wide,
They slink and slide and slither inside.
A cold gust here, a creaking there,
To let you know that they’re aware.
The goblins rattle windowpanes,
And leave a chill that grips your veins.
While ghosts in corners drift and sigh,
With spectral moans that pierce the sky.
So lock your doors and hide your light,
For ghosts and goblins roam tonight.
On Halloween, they haunt and roam,
Seeking souls to call their home.
They dance till dawn, their whispers fade,
As morning light brings end to raid.
But every year, when shadows bloom,
The ghosts and goblins return from gloom.
Beware the night when shadows sway,
And stay inside till break of day.
For when the ghost and goblin’s near,
They feed upon our darkest fear.
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