The Other Side

An angel resides, with dark wings,

And dark eyes: A conductor

To summon the dead.

So the ghosts from above, the

Zoms from below and even the horsemen

That's missing a head.

They rise. They fall. The slaughter. They cull.

A Halloween night to remember.

Or so they all hope as the veil remains,

Its thinnest at the bong of November.

Simply a crack, or a knock or a smash,

Would break down the walls of the dead.

A chant from a witch, the malicious bitch,

Or a mistake that the blind man said.

So the angel remains, to struggle in chains,

The orchestra is mute from munching on brains.

The horsemen is sat, as he strokes a black cat;

Fluttering around is a vampire bat.

Banshees wail as the siren sings,

Demons hold back as they're pulling the strings

Of the goblins who dance, all playful and rude,

And at the back stands a scarecrow in solitude.

All the creatures, the horrors of night,

The other side they wait, to give us a fright.

In life, we're safe, from the desires of the dead...

Well, almost...

Just, don't look under your bed.