WHAT HAUNTS THE NIGHT

Stumble upon a haunted house,

Ghosts of fear that roam everywhere.

A black cat watches all that you see,

Not a candle is lit in a place of misery.

Through a howling wind you can listen as it sounds,

Somewhere out in the darkness a werewolf cries.

Lock the windows as they feed in the night,

Vampires that do not die are there in the moonlight.

Hidden in the basement is a mummy’s tomb,

It rises on a cold, cold night and wanders till dawn.

A monster that’s brought back to life,

Frankenstein is a thought full of fright.

What haunts the night, an old witch on a broom flying by,

A spell she casts to those on this night.

Legends and fables, fantasy or fact,

What haunts the night? Is it all in your mind?

Keith Garrett