The gathering
The Vampire swoops from way up high, the Wolfman is howling at the moon, the monsters are gathering, it's Halloween quite soon
The Mummy walks so slowly, bandages dragged along behind, Witches are brewing poisons of the most evil kind
Frankensten's monster waits for lightening so he can come alive, then he'll go on a rampage, will anyone survive
You will need your Crucifix, Silver bullets and a wooden stake, Garlic and a bible might help and that is no mistake
Hide in doors climb into bed, shut your eyes real tight, say your prayers once again and you might survive the night
Keep your children safe and sound, don't let them out to play, they may be found by a monster, who'll have them as their prey
Halloween is coming, a night, when monsters can't be beat, when you hear something knocking on your door, you must decide is it a trick or treat
THE KINKY POET