On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park....

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....

'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.

It's Halloween! It's Halloween! The moon is full and bright And we shall see what can't be seen On any other night. Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls, Grinning goblins fighting duels, Werewolves rising from their tombs, Witches on their magic brooms. In masks and gown we haunt the street And knock on doors for trick or treat. Tonight we are the king and queen, For oh tonight it's Halloween!

When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, ‘tis near Halloween.

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