the pale red leaves fall
a prelude to winter snows.
red swirls on the ground
dance as the wind blows.

there's cold on the air
you can smell and taste
makes you fear to breathe
lest your last breath you waste.

you look up from where you lie
into the unforgiving sky
and think the pale orange moon
laughs as it passes you by.

you thought us legends
baseless myths at best
but for a stout skeptic like you
the specters never rest.

we stalked you, hunted you
whilst you were unawares
you had your modern life
more pressing concerns and cares.

but on this all hallows eve
our magic waxes, your world wanes
when you go wand'ring out alone
we chill your bones, open your veins

now you lay there, slowly dying
pleading whispers, silent crying
and now, in still red pools,
your life's blood, quickly drying.

so you will be an example
to those who doubt and disbelieve
tales of magic and horror are real
beware...beware all hallows eve.