Night blooming jasmine & soaring bats

Bubbling cauldrons & pitch-black cats

 

Vampire balls in gothic homes

Misty woods where Baba Yaga roams

 

Spells are cast, glyphs are set

Seek the scry to place a bet

 

Tarot laid by candle glow

The harvest moon, hanging low

 

The fallen leaves litter the way

Releasing their scent of spiced decay

 

This is the time for the macabre to strive

Where it’s almost impossible to tell dead from alive alive