If you go out on All Hollow’s Eve,

when the clock shows it’s later than eight.

If you stroll in the woods cause you don’t believe,

then this may be your fate.

As the sun sets the ghouls rise

on a chilled and dark autumn night.

Graves open their ghastly surprise,

as the world prepares for a fright.

Across the field in the darkening wood

you hear the howls and the moans.

As hell opens up as only it could

spewing out skeletons with blood stained bones.

There is no safety in the sky,

as giant bats take to wing.

Scanning for warm bodies as they fly,

for consuming blood is their thing.

The largest one lands on the grass before you,

and you know it is not what it seems.

You stand frozen as it transforms and comes for you.

In the full moon the vampire gleams.

Its great cape swoops around you

and there is nothing that you can do,

as the fangs pierce the flesh of your neck.

You feel a sharp pain,

and you feel the blood drain,

as you start your own nightmare trek.

Six others carry you to the hill,

and the wind is dead still,

as you’re lowered to your place in the ground.

There you will stay

in the cold earth through the day

with no life, no movement, no sound.

But on a dark autumn night

you will awaken and fight,

through the box and the dirt and the mud.

Through the ground you will burst

with an insatiable thirst,

for the taste of warm human blood.

On All Hollow’s Eve

the undead will retrieve,

their power and place in the land.

So hold on tight

through that dark autumn night,

and keep a garlic in your right hand.