'Twas the night of All Hallows’, and all down the street, The pumpkins were glowing, their faces complete.
The children in costumes crept out from their homes, With capes, wings, and masks, as they started to roam.
The moon hung so high with a ghostly, pale gleam, Casting shadows like spirits that swirled in a dream.
And witches on broomsticks flew quick through the air, While laugh…
