You close your eyes against the dark

as chills run cold along your spine.

As your heart begins to thrum

you pray that you will be fine.

For nightfall brings such eerie creatures,

ghosts and ghouls that moan your name,

skeletons that claw from graves,

their bones clanking with each step they take.

This is the night of the risen dead,

they lurk along the streets with glee,

searching to snatch at the unwilling.

Pray you’re not one they see.