A Fictional Story For Halloween With A Happy Ending.

The old decrepit cemetery sits abandoned in the courtyard
Whistling tumbleweeds roll, moaning and groaning out of perimeter
Its an eternal hell hole for jackals, sorcerers, witches and daemons.
Damnation is born here and it hovers like a dark cloak over the county
"Abuse them no more, " said a voice over a toasted atmosphere,
but the Demon Head with 14 tails laughs and taunts,
while Witch Viadora sprinkles Sulphur on her broom and hovers over the air
Her red eyes flare as she shoots fired breath and un-casts a spell :
"arise, arise formidable frightful emissaries
into the decanter you all go without parries
its Halloween night and everyone marries
one child at at time, go scorch the scarries
You could hear the big creeks from hinges dried up, of long ago
as little feet scurried, dead people arose to purge the earth of covidian caca
there was laughter and candy once again, and grannies moussaka ;
The caretaker awakens with a yawn behind the cemetery shed and quickly got to his knees, removing the lead from the earth
Here where souls were once enslaved by fear, are now shedding a happy tear
Tonight the blue moon smiles, for its Halloween
and all the dangers are 10 ft under.