The opening scene is Halloween and the black cat is out of the bag.

While a disco queen and that ugly fein go playing a game of tag.

Into the streets they beg for treats in order to consume,

But their need to greet for stuff to eat could lead to their doom.

Cause his victim’s blood runs and flood into their passage way,

A hundred studs in florescent buds pull the creature’s sleigh.

With car lit eyes and a million flies circling over his head;

His unicorn nose and poisonous rose could kill before you’re dead.

On a dozen hands this creature stands upward into the sky,

He’ll eat contraband or any man brave enough to die.

He drinks wine-when he dine on victims late at night,

And little feet always treat his ravenous appetite.

Yes, he craves and stalks the graves of goblins all around,

With sonar waves he scan the caves for vampires underground.

Every spooky ghost knows he’s the host residing after dark;

Afraid of the fool even monsters move if he should ever park.

His hellish home has a gnome and witches akin to spells.

They were strong but couldn’t last long–now dead in his jails.

His botanical parts strike the heart’s desire for new birth;

But the flowers here-would put you dear-six feet in the earth.

Still, squeaky doors and mud like floors house the creature within;

As ivory walls and channeling halls cover up his sin.

One haunted room with toys of gloom surrounds a skeleton tree;

If not spellbound its gothic sound would cause you to be.

This creature sneak for sure to peak in the month of Halloween;

He uses gimmicks and any limits to conjure up his scene.

So be alert and never flirt when treats appear untrue;

Or a grave expert will sift your dirt from this creature’s residue.