Gather around let me tell you a tale

About a horseman, his eyes blue and pale,

Tattered old cloak and a sinister smile

And his spectral horse, just as vile

Every year for his harvest he rides

Scythe in hand, long steady strides

Souls he harvests from mortals like we

For on souls he feeds, souls of the free

I do recall the night that he came

Night quite like this one, the date was the same

Oh I remember when the moon turned pale-blue

And the air grew colder, the villagers knew

Quickly they gathered children and wives

To make a big fire, save their lives

But the mist was too dense and it was too late

He was upon us and he did not wait

First thing we heard was this thunderous roar

Soon followed hoof beats of horses galore

Slashing he came, a wolf amongst sheep

His scythe fiercely dancing, cuts deadly deep

Many he claimed that ruinous day

So every year on this date I pray

For he goes out riding, scythe eerie keen

So beware, for tonight is The Halloween.