Roaming in the dark corridors of Thornwood Manor preparing for the chase at La Belle's Midnight Dance...I heard Ed's cackling to Rufuz finding yet another fly to munch and Werewolf PeeWee howling his content from the top of the tower.
I am already salivating, there will be so much flesh and so little time...Red Head with rosy naked sking, and Annie Enchantress bosom, and SC vibrating body, and...so much flesh...so little time...it make me sad sad sad...

Halloween is coming,
so my soul can howl
to the darkest skies
when never is a moon,
but with sadist gargoyles
and laugh cackling ghouls,
from thousands of coffins
rattling of thousand bonds
to disturb the lover’s peace
with a eternal despairing voice.

Halloween is coming,
you couldn’t ever know
until that night you sleep
in an empty grave’s bowl,
with no flowers offering
or kind remembering words,
your life reflects a pumpkin
that a fake light inside holds,
and that will return to shadows
when the Devil comes and blow.

Halloween is coming,
will visit your bed with cold,
making your teeth to chatter
skin of your body to crawl
when ice fingers do caressed
inside your thighs with love,
going up to the warm sanctuary
and enter the cave that have it all,
a Witches hand, or a Sorcerers,
ripping flesh inside…with claws.

Halloween is coming,
I hope I find you alone
to slowly lick your slender neck
before feasting with your blood,
cover your naked trembling body
with my nakedness centuries old
until a mighty orgasmic shiver
confuse flesh orgy for real love.
Halloween is coming,
after it…you will be on your own.