The darkest shades of autumn’s breath
Embrace themselves in dance tonight.
A silent whisper from the wolves,
Explaining what is wrong and right.
I might begin to understand
The shallow silhouettes which are
Writing blood letters on parchments
And hanging them out on the wall.
In distance, ghouls and skeletons
With old and dusty robes and knives
Are drinking pumpkin ale, – Rejoice!
Because the night is up, – No light…
In costumes, people cross the street,
With tricks and treats and dirty feet.
With fears and hopes and evil laughter,
The night has brought them all together.
And in the corner of the eye,
Another shadow stays to watch
With bloody blades and no remorse…
Its wicked intentions start to hatch.
It’s Halloween, the dawn of life!
A colorful, mixed-up spectacle,
With grapes, with leaves, an orange sky…
Enjoy the song of pumpkin pie.