Creature of the Dark

Creature of the dark
Appeared like a spark
With whisper it said
"It's the day of the dead"

Walking without light
Distant sounds of horror
Mind racing backwards
Brings visions of gore

Creeping wind whistles
With a moaning cry
I heard from somewhere
"All will die"

Spirit disembodied
Searching aimlessly
Possession is the goal
This ghosting is for keeps

Arising from the earth
A crazy looking fiend
Looking right at me
"It's only Halloween"