The warmth has faded away

And the ghosts have come to play

The dying of the year has begun

And the specters have come for their fun

A frightening feat makes fiends flee

Faking fears for falling trees

The breath of life has become stale

As the wonders of the night truly unveil

Lurking in the ocean of people

Lies a beast, dormant and gleeful

Fore the moon rises and bleeds

Trying to feed this monster’s needs

It dwells among the crowd

Wearing a bloodied shroud

It calls out in a whisper 

For its fun is the listener

When a floorboard creaks

And groans sound bleak

The beast comes near

You learn the name,

fear