The stroke of Midnight

At the Stroke of midnight on old hallows eve
Ghosts and Ghouls appear, some believe
They rise from the grave and wander the streets
Hunting down children searching for treats

Zombies arise with the thirst for flesh
Searching for a victim that's fresh
They especially like the taste of the young
Licking their bones clean with their tongues

Spectres haunt the night with fear
Jealous of life they find, and appear
They hide in your wardrobe and under your bed
Scaring kiddies so much they wish they were dead

Witches brew their latest potion
Stirring the concoction with all devotion
Cackling on broomsticks to give you a fright
They kidnap the young and soar off into the night

Worst of all is the unnameable beast
All who have seen it are soon deceased
Whatever you do, don't inhale its breath
Once you breathe in you'll be met by your death

After that final stroke of midnight has chimed
The dead no more, cease to be alive

Ghosts and Ghouls appear, some believe
At that Stroke of midnight on old hallows eve