In the crisp, cool air of the twilight’s glow,A whisper of shadows begins to grow.The pumpkins grin with toothy delight,As the moon awakens the mysteries of night.

The trees shed leaves in a ghostly dance,Casting eerie spells with every glance.Cobwebs glisten on forgotten doors,While creaking echoes from old, wooden floors.

The wind sings tales of haunted lore,Of witches’ cackles and spirits’ roar.Candles flicker with a spectral gleam,Lighting the path of a waking dream.

Children laugh in costumes bright,As phantoms roam in the pale moonlight.It's a time when magic feels so near,In the spellbinding world of spooky cheer.