In moons light, midnight's cloak,

Silent shadows have softly spoke.

Whispers in the wind, secrets foretold,

As the haunted house sighs, stories unfold.

Eerie echoes and haunting howls,

A ghostly graveyard's dim delight.

A chilling fog rolls in, like ghostly growls,

As the dark ship sails the endless night.

Skeletons dance, a scary salsa,

Beneath the full moon's pale face.

Bats flutter, in the dark sky,

Like dark-stained feathers with a chilling embrace.

Beneath the creaking, crooked trees,

Beneath the wailing, woods weeps.

The night's a picture of ghostly seas,

Where lost souls wander, in endless sweeps.

Through the haunted, hollow hills,

Whispers of the past arise.

In the graveyard's quiet thoughts,

The dead speak distraught, spooky cries