They're there.

They're there, you know? When you close your eyes

Despite what you've heard, your parents told lies

When they said that there's nothing to give you a fright

When they tuck you in and they turn off your light

There is, there is, on one night they're there

Watching you sleeping and stroking your hair

There they will wait and they'll wait there all night

They've nothing to do but give children a fright

They'll sit on your chest and they'll wait for their prize

All that they need is you open your eyes

For it's then, only then, that they're able to pounce

To stop you from screaming they'll first eat your mouth

All year they have waited and now autumn's here

The night of their visit grows ever near

That wondrous eve when they rise from their tombs

And giggle and whistle and hide in your rooms

They watch and  they wait 'til you flick off that switch

And signal the start of the night of the witch

All that they crave is your precious, sweet soul

To scare you to death and then swallow you whole

Is it too much to ask? They don't take everyone

Just you and your friends, then away they'll be gone

And just to be fair, they've given fair warning

Just keep those eyes shut and shut tight until morning

Now heed my words and heed them well

They'll know you're awake for your terror they'll smell

They're patient, they'll wait for as long as they must

Until the morning's fresh sunlight turns them back to dust

Don't murmur, don't fidget, don't dare to peep

Pretend if you must, but you must stay asleep

And what if you don't? What would happen then?

A terrible fate is in store for you when

Your eyes flicker open and glance round your room

They'll rush from the corners and shadows and gloom

They screech and they'll chatter and rush to your bed

And feed upon flesh of a child, newly dead

So remember, dear children, this story I tell

Remember my words, remember them well

They're waiting for you every year on this night

To see your eyes open before the sunlight

Comes creeping through your window pane

And makes your bedroom safe again

They'll leave the next morning, each year just the same

They'll slither off back to from whence they came

But be assured, children, next year again

They'll come creeping back, waiting for that moment when

You've opened your eyes in the dark and you've seen

The horror awaiting you on...

...Halloween.

J2H.