Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween

Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October’s days.

Halloween wraps fear in innocence, As though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat...

Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance: Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew, Leaping into darkness with delight, Lusting for the ecstasy of fright, Open to the charm of horrors new....

The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

'Tis the night - the night Of the grave's delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they - it is they.