There’s a face upon the moon,
A phantasm,
Beelzebub or something far worse,
Oh aye,
On this night of all nights,
The twilight of the harvest,
It dances across craters as sorcerous shadow,
Gazing down in mad glee,
With its eerie light upon the graves,
All lunar rays and violet mist,
Under its scrutiny things begin to rise,
Spirits and corpses pulse from the dirt,
Crones look up from their cauldrons,
Every terror imaginable walks the city lights,
All of the outcasts and weirdos,
Swamp beasts and bloodsuckers,
It’s like a summoning,
A dark entity beckoning to its kith,
For this festival of the occult,
Under the moon we are family,
The monster in the moon smirks,
This will be a hell of a Halloween.
WorldofHarley 
I really love the way you think, write and express. We have some similarities in common
Thank you kindly my friend. It is always a pleasure to meet a kindred soul. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin