31 October 2012
The night is choked with chill
A scream in the wind, a trill
A witch with her broom runs around
To homes and soft candy is bound
The dead walk around with white sacks
Groaning for sweets they want back
Vampires and ghouls laugh and fright
Lurking in the dark of the night
This night you surely have been
For this is just old Halloween
Halloween • Opuss № I