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Wolves howl at  night, maidens cry out in fright,

as cadavers rise up from the grave,

and the dark gives rebirth, from their crypts in the earth,

to the evil and vile depraved.



The light of the sun, had just now begun,

to settle quite low in the sky,

as the caretaker Jake, dropped his shovel and rake,

taking note of the time with a sigh.



It was no place to be, on this All Hallows Eve,

as the faint rays of sun settled down,

for the graveyard was home, to the goblins that roam,

and the witches of sordid renown.



Old Jake made his fare, in the cool autumn air,

by opening graves for the dead,

but he hustled in vain, as the evening light waned,

with a sense of foreboding and dread.



He arrived at the gate, just a moment too late,

as the full moon rose into the night,

and shrieked with alarm, as a hand clutched his arm,

‘twas a moment of horrible fright.



“Not quite so fast”, hissed a voice from the past,

‘tis the night that we settle our score,

so come have a seat, I‘ve some friends you should meet”

‘twas a phrase he’d recall evermore.



“We’ve a party this eve, and you wouldn’t believe,

it’s a specter that you’d never dream,

be our unwelcome guest, on this night of unrest,

I promise, this gala’s a scream.”



‘Twas a gath’ring convened, of  some half-rotted fiends,

and witches with bubbling brew,

some vampire bats, and unlucky black cats,

a most horrible hullabaloo.



Wolves bayed at the moon, maidens fell in a swoon,

as cadavers rose up from the grave,

and the dark gave rebirth, from their crypts in the earth,

to the evil and vile depraved.



Old Jake was tied tight, to a headstone that night,

as his host sneered a sinister grin,

“let’s start this parade, of the dead and decayed,

reminiscing, before we begin.”



“Perhaps you’ll recall, that my first name was Paul,

and you buried me one day last spring,

recollect what you did, when you pried up my lid,

and you snatched off my signature ring.”



“Now don’t get upset, or all bothered and fret,

I just want the record to show,

as a robber and thief, it’s my steadfast belief,

you shall pay for your crimes ‘for you go.”



“Here’s a gal you should meet, one that’s ever so sweet,

she was murdered at home in her bed,

when a robber broke in, slashed her throat on a whim,

and that’s why she carries her head.”



“Sue, this is Jake, and please make no mistake,

he’s the caretaker here of this place,

and I know you’re amused, ‘cause he seems so confused,

should he talk to your neck or your face.”



“Forgive me poor Jake, for the humor I make,

‘tis a gift from the Devil, I swear,

I’ll try to behave, somewhat solemn and grave,

while you witness this gruesome affair.”



“See that chap over there, with the blood matted hair,

he died while consuming cheap Scotch,

think hard, you’ll recall, when you reached in his pall,

then lifted the poor fellows watch.”



Old Jake was a-shaking, his bones were a-quaking,

now who would’ve thought they’d return

and make him concede to his misguided deed,

‘tis surely in Hades he’d burn.



The fiends sauntered by, before Jakes fearful eye,

the witches, the goblins, and ghouls,

one vampire poked at the quivering bloke,

saying, “mmmm, he’s a tasty old fool”.



A witchy old dame, tossed a log on the flame,

‘neath a big iron bubbling pot,

“I think that this brew should be “caretaker” stew,

as soon as this fire gets hot”.



“Some eye of the newt, and that thieving old coot,

is just what my appetite needs,

let the fire burn low, then we’ll boil him slow,

and dine ‘for the darkness recedes.”



Paul pondered a bit, saying, “spare the old twit ”,

this graveyard needs someone to care,

and I think we’d relent, if the thief would repent”,

“I’M CHANGING”, Jake shouted, “I SWEAR”



Jake bolted that night, out of sheer shocking fright,

repenting his ways, I believe,

but quits now at noon, to avoid the full moon,

each year when it’s All Hallows Eve.



Each Halloween  night, maidens cry out in fright,

as cadavers rise up from the grave,

and the dark gives rebirth, from their crypts in the earth,

to the evil and vile depraved.