This Hallows’ Eve
Ancient artifacts are abandoned everywhere,
Inviting hallow bones from anywhere.
Gray souls infested from the East to the West.
Mystic bones are now dressed,
Set to dismantle and to fest.
Hollow bones are beating 100 hammers per minute
Performing as hollow phantom infinite.
Set to overtake the boulevard every minute
Skeletons infest those merciless to spin it in the unit.
Doors wide open with fleshes and with hearts inside, all stitched.
Wind is blowing this evening; windows are surged and bewitched.
Cemeteries are engendered and ditched.
Skeletons are marking those paralyzed and twitched.
Beware; you will be hitched.