Halloween, month,

Good thinks happen when it is bright, But Evil things comes out at night. Through the air they fly down low, looking in side of your soul. You will scream and try to hide, but soon they will come inside. You see the fire in their eyes, as they will try to hypnotize. Lighting streaks down to the ground, and then you hear that Awful sound. your death well be found on this night, As you find you are in flight. The sound of wings flap in the air, And you feel pain everywhere. Your open eyes they burn like hell, the oder of death you can smell. As your eyes close you feel the wind, for now you know this is the end.