The world is shrouded in mists of grey.
The air seems to portend death.
The sounds of the night are muffled and low.
One fears to even draw breath.
The streetlamps, they seem to have no supports;
Just suspended in mid-air.
A lone dog howls, a tom-cat cries.
There's no need to fear?
For this is the night when goblins abound,
And the ghosts of days gone by,
And the fears and horrors of ages past,
Too readily come to mind.
The stars and moon have long disappeared.
The sun, since shed its last ray
And you shake and shiver and quiver and quake,
On a Hallowe'en shrouded in grey.