HALLOWEEN, NIGHT OF TERROR Keith Garrett It's October thirty first Halloween, I await the dark of night, They'll be coming out of places not Imagined From our minds. There's a storm heading for this town like Never before, Lock your windows and bolt your doors. The evening's just about here, the day's sun is Going down, There's a wind that you can hear, it howls with An eerie sound. The trees are swaying back and forth with the Cracking noise from the branches, Leaves are floating down, down to the ground. The clouds are getting thick and dark moving on in, Thunder like drum beats rock the sky, flashes of light Shoot through the night. Trails of lightning bring a hell of a fright, here it Comes like a waterfall of noise. The rain falling down with a loud, loud, sound, why is It quiet with the sound of not a soul, Something is coming, a terror not yet known, This place feels cold with such a wicked death. Soon the terror will be here, Yes! it's coming To us all, Out there they wait with no sound or face, You can not see them but they laugh at your fear. Peek out of your windows, out at the night, What haunts your mind, is it watching you? This is Halloween, everyone has a different Thought of their own terror, That which scares you to death is living deep within Your own soul. They're coming for you, they're coming for us All have a different face of fear, chosen by them And born within us. On this night a night of terror we all hide from a monster that we fear, No we can't see where they are or the evil they bring Until our minds invite them in. This is your Halloween, This is your night of terror, you made it real, You made it happen, it was you who believed.